I never thought it would happen   With me and the girl from clapham   Out on a windy common   That night I ain’t forgotten   When she dealt out the rations   With some or other passions   I said you are a lady   "Perhaps" she said "I may be".   We moved into a basement   With thoughts of our engagement   We stayed in by the telly   Although the room was smelly   We spent our time just kissing   The railway arms we’re missing   But love had got us hooked up   And all our time it took up.      I got a job with Stanley   He said I’d come in handy   And started me on monday   So I had a bath on sunday   I worked eleven hours   And bought the girl some flowers   She said she’d seen a doctor   And nothing now could stop her.      I worked all through the winter   The weather brass and bitter   I put away a tenner   Each week to make her better   And when the time was ready   We had to sell the telly   Late evenings by the fire   With little kicks inside her      This morning at 4:50   I took her rather nifty   Down to an incubator   Where thirty minutes later   She gave birth to a daughter   Within a year a walker   She looked just like her mother   If there could be another      And now she’s two years older   Her mother’s with a soldier   She left me when my drinking   Became a proper stinging   The devil came and took me   From bar to street to bookie   No more nights by the telly   No more nights nappies smelling      Alone here in the kitchen   I feel there’s something missing   I’d beg for some forgiveness   But begging’s not my business   And she won’t write a letter   Although I always tell her   And so it’s my assumption   I’m really up the junction