| Letra | 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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