| It’s one o’clock and time for lunch — dum dee dum dee dum
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| When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
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| I can always hear them talk
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| There’s always been Ethel:
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| «Jacob, wake up, you’ve got to tidy your room now»
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| And then Mr. Lewis:
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| «Isn't it time that he was out on his own»
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| Over the garden wall, two little love birds cuckoo to you
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| Keep them mowing blades sharp…
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| I know what I like
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| And I like what I know
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| Getting better in your wardrobe
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| Stepping one beyond your show
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| Sunday night, Mr. Farmer called, said:
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| «Listen son, you’re wasting time
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| There’s a future for you in the fire-escape trade
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| Come up to town»
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| But I remembered a voice from the past:
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| «Gambling only pays when you’re winning»
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| I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
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| Keep them mowing blades sharp…
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| I know what I like
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| And I like what I know
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| Getting better in your wardrobe
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| Stepping one beyond your show
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| I know what I like
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| And I like what I know
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| Getting better in your wardrobe
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| Stepping one beyond your show
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| When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
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| I can always hear them talk
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| Me, I’m just a lawnmower
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| You can tell me by the way I walk |