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 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 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.

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.