Genesis
I Know What I Like dainos žodžiai
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 Mr. 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 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 mowing blades sharp ...
I know what I like, and I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
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
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 Mr. 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 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 mowing blades sharp ...
I know what I like, and I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
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
