(I am Michael Caine)
He's walkin' where I'm afraid, I don't
Arlington House, address no fixed abode
An old man in a
Father wears his Sunday best
Mother's tired she needs a rest
The
It's raining again
I'm hearing its pitter patter down
It's wet in
Trying hard, I thought I'd done my best
All my life,
Here they come again, hop scotching up to my door
One
Take time for your pleasure
And laugh with love
Take the hand
An insolent speck of youth
Being taken for a walk
So tightly