i know what i like in your wardrobe þarký sözü

[genesis, "selling england by the pound"]
(t. banks / p. collins / p. gabriel / s. hackett / m. rutherford)

it´s one o´clock and time for lunch,
dum-dee-dum-dee-dum-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 moving 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 your time; there´s a future for you
in the fire escape trade. come up to town!"
but i remebered a voice from the past;
"gambling only plays when you´re winning"
- i had to thank old miss mort for schooling a failure.
keep them moving blades sharp...

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.