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It's one o'clock and time for lunch |
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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 mister 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 lovebirds, cuckoo to you |
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Keep them mowing blades sharp |
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I know what I like and I like what I know |
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Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show |
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Your show |
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Sunday night, Mr. farmer called, said |
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"Listen son, you're wastin' time, there's a future for you |
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In the fire escape trade, come up to town" |
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Then 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 and I like what I know |
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Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show |
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I know what I like and I like what I know |
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Getting better in your wardrobe, 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 me |
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I'm just a lawnmower, you can tell me by the way I walk |
