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(difford/tilbrook) |
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I never thought it would happen |
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With me and the girl from clapham |
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Out on a windy common |
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That night i ain't forgotten |
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When she dealt out the rations |
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With some or other passions |
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I said you are a lady |
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Perhaps she said i may be |
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We moved into a basement |
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With thoughts of our engagement |
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We stayed in by the telly |
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Although the room was smelly |
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We spent our time just kissing |
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The railway arms we're missing |
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But love had got us hooked up |
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And all our time it took up |
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I got a job with stanley |
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He said i'd come in handy |
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And started me on monday |
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So i had a bath on sunday |
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I worked eleven hours |
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And bought the girl some flowers |
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She said she'd seen a doctor |
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And nothing now could stop her |
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I worked all through the winter |
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The weather brass and bitter |
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I put away a tenner |
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Each week to make her better |
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And when the time was ready |
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We had to sell the telly |
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Late evenings by the fire |
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With little kicks inside her |
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This morning at 4:50 |
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I took her rather nifty |
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Down to an incubator |
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Where thirty minutes later |
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She gave birth to a daughter |
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Within a year a walker |
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She looked just like her mother |
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If there could be another |
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And now she's two years older |
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Her mother's with a soldier |
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She left me when my drinking |
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Became a proper stinging |
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The devil came and took me |
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From bar to street to bookie |
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No more nights by the telly |
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No more nights nappies smelling |
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Alone here in the kitchen |
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I feel there's something missing |
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I'd beg for some forgiveness |
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But begging's not my business |
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And she won't write a letter |
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Although i always tell her |
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And so it's my assumption |
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I'm really up the junction |
