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.