Digging my lawn

Early one Sunday
Well, anyway, early for me
As I slid from my double bed
What could I see?

Standing outside
As the night turned to dawn
There was a man who I didn't know
Digging my lawn

"Was it her husband," I pondered,
"Or was he a crook?
Why was he taking car numbers
Down in a book?"

I started to ring and I rung ninety-nine
"Nein, you must not!" she said
She was half German, half out of bed
Which half was which doesn't "half" to be said
Turning her head
Her face was red

"He is my husband," she whispered
I started to sweat
Just my luck when I'd only done this
For a bet

Standing outside
As the night turned to dawn
There was a man who I didn't know
Digging my lawn