This didn?t used to be me, old boy
This isn?t what
You can tell me your troubles, I?ll listen for free
My
Are you home from the sea, my soul balladeer
You?ve been
When it?s pop goes the weasel, let go of the
I'm a maker of ballads right pretty
I write ?em right
They?re driving long nails into coffins
You?ve been having sleepless nights
You?
The school Christmas party is coming
We ain't doing rugby no
When I gave my heart to a tinker boy
He said
Sunday mornin?, here we are
The boy?s come home
Not quite the
The scaffolder?s wife
Drivin? out of the yard
With a face that?s
True love will never fade
True love will never fade
True love
We're old enough for leaving home
The old Joanna and the