Sunday night, Mr. farmer called, said
And then mister Lewis
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
When the sun beats down and I lie on the bench
"Listen son, you're wastin' time, there's a future for you
Over the garden wall, two little lovebirds, cuckoo to you
I know what I like and I like what I know
I can always hear them talk
"Gambling only pays when you're winning"
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
There's always been Ethel
"Jacob, wake up, you've got to tidy your room now"
I know what I like and I like what I know
In the fire escape trade, come up to town"
I had to thank old Miss Mort for schooling a failure
I know what I like and I like what I know
Then I remembered a voice from the past
Keep them mowing blades sharp
Keep them mowing blades sharp
Your show
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own?"
Getting better in your wardrobe, stepping one beyond your show
I can always hear them talk me
