| 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 moving 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 plays when you're winning"
- i had to thank old miss mort for schooling a failure.
keep them moving 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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