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