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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 |