"Trimming The Hedges" lyrics

I am trimming the hedges, Simon
Every hedge has to be aligned
This side and that side, over and over
My hedges and leaves collide

He is trimming the hedges, Simon
A perfect rectangle it must be
No matter the weather, I must fly like a feather
In perfect hedge harmony

In every home I do, Simon
A rectangle it must be
Then someone says
"Could I have a circle, please?"

And I say "trimming the hedges, Simon
What a time to be alive"
Over and over
This side and that side