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.
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.