genesis'in selling england by the pound albümünden inanılmaz güzel bir çalışma. konserlerde bu şarkıda, peter gabriel kafasına şapka takar ve sahnede sanki çim biçer misali dolanırdı.
it's one o'clock and time for lunch,
dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-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 moving 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 plays when you're winning"
- i had to thank old miss mort for schooling a failure.
keep them moving 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.
