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