The first sandbur, did raise its’ head,
One early Spring morning while you were in bed.
You walked out in the yard, with no shoes to protect,
And that jagged young sticker, your foot it did wreck.
You screamed to the skies, with a tear down your face,
“These nasty old sandburs are all over the place.”
(Chorus) Sandbur…sandbur..sandbur…sandbur…Your end is coming, I’ll get you for sure.
Stone Brothers you did call, and before you knew,
We delivered an excellent solution to you.
Dithiopyr will clear your field and your yard,
Those sandburs are gone and it wasn’t that hard.
Sandbur…sandbur..sandbur…sandbur…Your end is coming, I’ll get you for sure.