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Room #5 If you fly straight up the north coast See the mansions made of stone Where the rich folk close their drapes to me And the grass will never stop growing There's a tiny shape on that endless green Slowly moving, never stops And a puff of smoke comes from behind That's me, I'm doing my job I'm the lawnmower man I'm lucky as can be I will never be rich But I have more than I need I'm the lawnmower man The owner here pays a decent wage And he always treats me right I have always loved to work the land Though I've heard it's fine inside I'm the lawnmower man.. The owner's wife knows me by name She comes round all perfume and poise I am covered with sweat, she likes it that way And the engine covers our noise I'm the lawnmower man... |
© Susan Anders/Some Shiny Songs (ASCAP)
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