Lyric I Know What I Like (in your wardrobe)

[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.