It's one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee dum 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 love birds 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 my 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
