It's one o'clock and time for lunch Yum de dumb de dumb 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, 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 remembered 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…