Postato da PRYCE

From the album 'Selling England by the Pound'. 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 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 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.