It’s one o’clock and time for lunch,
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
I can always hear them talk.
There’s always been ethel:
Jacob, wake up! you’ve got to tidy your room now.
And then mister lewis:
Isn’t it time that he was out on his own?
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds - cuckoo to you!
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
Sunday night, mr farmer called, said:
Listen son, you’re wasting your time there’s a future for you
In the fire escape trade. come up to town!
But I remebered a voice from the past
Gambling only pays when you’re winning
- I had to thank old miss mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them mowing blades sharp...
I know what I like, and I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show.
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench,
I can always hear them talk.
Me, I’m just a lawnmower - you can tell me by the way I walk.
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