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.