Precious One, Precious One. Thought you stood so sweet upon your own two feet. Precious One, Precious One. Thought there was no breeze could bring you.
It's all eggs, bacon, beans and a fried slice. . Did you hear the one, yeah yeah. The one they wrote in the paper just the other day. Well, well, would you believe it.
No I never heard through the grapevine. How you left long before your time. But in France on the radio. I could not understand a word. But I thought you'd go.
Papers in the morning. Bowler hat on head. Walking to the bus stop. He's longing for his bed,. Waiting with his neighbours. In the rush hour queue. Got to get the first bus.
The Government have announced. That London Bridge is to be closed. Under the full moon of May the third. All the lighthouses and seaside roads. No, I never heard, I never read in the news.
Er, excuse me mate.. 'Scuse me,. 'Scuse me,. 'Scuse me,. 'Scuse me mate.. . Yes, sonny?. . Someone's taken the cue from behind the eight ball..
Up I rush off to work. Hello Fred you look half dead. Are you coming are you going. I could never do a double shift. Hello Fred get some bed Fred. . Hello Steve long time no see.