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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 moving 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 plays when you’re winning»
— I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure.
Keep them moving 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.