It's one o'clock and time for lunch
Bum 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

Your show, you know that it is your show
Your show
Manchester's your show
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

I know what I like
And I like what I know
Getting better in your wardrobe
Stepping one beyond your show

Your show!