My Old Man

	My old man wore three piece whistles
	He was never home for long
	Drove a bus for London Transport
	He knew where he belonged
	Number 18 down to Huston
	Double decker, move along
	Double decker, move along
	My old man
	Later on he drove a Roller
	Chauffeuring for foreign men
	Dropped his aitches on occasion
	Said 'Cor Blime', now and then
	Did the crossword in the Standard
	At the airport in the rain
	At the airport in the rain
	My old man
	Wouldn't never let his guv'nors
	Call him â€~Billy', he was proud
	Personal reasons make a difference
	His last boss was allowed
	Perhaps he had to keep his distance
	Made a racket when he rowed
	Made a racker when he rowed
	My old man, my old man
	My old man was fairly handsome
	He smokes too many cigs
	Lived in one room in Victoria
	He was tidy in his digs
	Had to have an operation
	When his ulcer got too big
	When his ulcer got too big
	My old man
	Seven years went out the window
	We met as one to one
	Died before we'd done much talking
	But relations had begun
	All the while we though about each other
	All the best, mate, from your son
	All the best, mate, from your son
	My old man, my old man

	My old man wore three piece whistles
	He was never home for long
	Drove a bus for London Transport
	He knew where he belonged
	Number 18 down to Huston
	Double decker, move along
	Double decker, move along
	My old man
	Later on he drove a Roller
	Chauffeuring for foreign men
	Dropped his aitches on occasion
	Said ' Cor Blime', now and then
	Did the crossword in the Standard
	At the airport in the rain
	At the airport in the rain
	My old man
	Wouldn' t never let his guv' nors
	Call him Billy', he was proud
	Personal reasons make a difference
	His last boss was allowed
	Perhaps he had to keep his distance
	Made a racket when he rowed
	Made a racker when he rowed
	My old man, my old man
	My old man was fairly handsome
	He smokes too many cigs
	Lived in one room in Victoria
	He was tidy in his digs
	Had to have an operation
	When his ulcer got too big
	When his ulcer got too big
	My old man
	Seven years went out the window
	We met as one to one
	Died before we' d done much talking
	But relations had begun
	All the while we though about each other
	All the best, mate, from your son
	All the best, mate, from your son
	My old man, my old man