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 Mr. 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 time
There’s a future for you in the fire escape trade
Come up to town!»
But I remembered 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
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