Ayo, Goodgymmers, it's time to rap again Straight out of the Brighton laine

The shrubs drop deep as does my plants

I always sweep, 'cause I never say I can't

Beyond the walls of running, life is defined.

I think of weeding when I'm in a Sloane Court state of mind.

Hope the rant got some grant.

My cant don't like no dirty scant.

Run up to the hill to help out the aunt.

In a Sloane Square state of mind.

What more could you ask for? The evil shrubs?

I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the flower bulbs

I'm rappin' to the Wheelbarrow,

And I'm gonna move your camaro.

Tidy, spotless, presentable, Sloane Court garden

Boy, I tell you, I thought you gonna get a free pardon

Best Regards to Mr. Tony,

He ain't accpet any unkempt lawn-y

I'm rappin' to the camaro,

And I'm gonna move your Wheelbarrow.

Yea, yaz, in a Sloane Court state of mind.