Song Lyrics

It's one o'clock and time for lunch
Bum de dum, de dum
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, 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"
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

Anthony George Banks, Phillip David Charles Collins, Peter Brian Gabriel, Stephen Richard Hackett, Michael Rutherford