My Old Man Lyrics

My Old Man lyrics

my old man wore three peice whistles

he was never home for long

drove a bus for London Transport

he knew where he belonged

number 18 down to Euston

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 occation

said Cor Blimey! now and then

did the crossword in the Standard

at the airport in the rain

at the airport in the rain

my old
man



wouldnt never let his guvnors

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 hansome

he smokes to many cigs

lived in one room in Victoria

he was tidy inhis digs

had to have
an operation

when his ulcer got to big

when his ulcer got to big

my old man



seven years went out the window

we met as one
to one

died before wed done much talking

but realtions 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