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