I Know What I Like Songtext
von Steve Hackett
I Know What I Like Songtext
It′s one o'clock and time for lunch - dum dee dum dee 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 Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds 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
Sunday night, Mr. Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you′re wasting 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
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
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 Mr. Lewis:
"Isn't it time that he was out on his own"
Over the garden wall, two little love birds 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
Sunday night, Mr. Farmer called, said:
"Listen son, you′re wasting 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
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
Writer(s): Peter Gabriel, Phil Collins, Michael Rutherford, Anthony Banks, Steve Hackett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com