The neighbours are out in the garden today Cutting grass with the mower they bought on Ebay But the blades are too blunt So they took a punt And let the lawn turn to hay.
It has rained, without cease, for 3 days I'm totally tired of this phase The sunscreen is dusty My hip joints are rusty Just bring out the Pimms and forget about rays
They say he’s engaged in some kind of research I saw him carrying a few branches of birch And an old steering wheel His dog at his heel And an old fashioned bird cage with perch
My weird neighbour has strange things in his yard I dare not ask him, he's a card But a moose and a rocket? We'd better not mock it, 'cos the vicar holds him in high regard.