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Lyrics:

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