I Know What I Like ... Songtext / Lyric

It's one o'clock and time for lunch

Yum de dum de 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 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 mowing blades sharp



I know what I like

And I like what I know

Getting better in your wardrobe

Stepping one beyond your show



Yeah, 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