Songtext My old man Madness

My old man

my old man wore three piece whistleshe was never home for longdrove a bus for London Transporthe knew where he belongednumber 18 down to Euston double decker move alongdouble decker move alongmy old man later on he drove a Rollerchauffeuring for foreign mendropped his aitches on occasionsaid ?Cor Blimey!? now and thendid the crossword in the Standardat the airport in the rainat the airport in the rainmy old man wouldn?t never let his guv?norscall him ?Billy?, he was proudpersonal reasons make a differencehis last boss was allowedperhaps he had to keep his distancemade a racket when he rowedmade a racket when he rowedmy old manmy old man my old man was fairly handsomehe smoked too many cigslived in one room in Victoriahe was tidy in his digshad to have an operationwhen his ulcer got too bigwhen his ulcer got too bigmy old man seven years went out the windowwe met as one to onedied before we?d done much talkingbut relations had begunall the while we thought about each otherall the best mate from your sonall the best mate from your sonmy old manmy old man