Garden Man

Olim deus accelere
Olim deus gardenus
Ah

Garden man
What is your plan
You muck around all night and day
In your garden manish way
Beneath the willow's shade

Garden lad
Have you gone mad
You're sleeping on a lily pad
The vines and the bromeliads
They seem to make you glad

He doesn't work a nine to five
Among the trees he seems to thrive
The garden man, he lives to roam
In the garden he calls home

Garden guy
I ask you why
Why are you so misanthropic
Your house is made of leaves and sticks
Just for garden manish kicks

Beautiful
Sensational
Sounds great
Good
Really good
That's it
Phenomenal
Fab
Faboo

Garden man
In your garden land
You spend your time removing weeds
And digging dirt and planting seeds
There beneath the trees

Garden bloke
You are so broke
Without a single cent to spare
It doesn't seem as though you care
In your bracing garden air

He doesn't work a nine to five
Among the trees he seems to thrive
The garden man, he lives to roam
In the garden he calls home
In the garden he calls home
In the garden he calls

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Credits
Writer(s): Shea O'driscoll
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