I never thought it would happenWith me and the girl from ClaphamOut on a windy commonThat night I ain't forgotten
When she dealt out the rationsWith some or other passionsI said, "You are a lady"Perhaps she said, "I may be"
We moved into a basementWith thoughts of our engagementWe stayed in by the tellyAlthough the room was smelly
We spent our time just kissingThe railway arms we're missingBut love had got us hooked upAnd all our time it took up
I got a job with StanleyHe said I'd come in handyAnd started me on MondaySo I had a bath on Sunday
I worked eleven hoursAnd bought the girl some flowersShe said she'd seen a doctorAnd nothing now could stop her
I worked all through the winterThe weather brass and bitterI put away a tennerEach week to make her better
And when the time was readyWe had to sell the tellyLate evenings by the fireWith little kicks inside her
This morning at 4:50I took her rather niftyDown to an incubatorWhere thirty minutes later
She gave birth to a daughterWithin a year a walkerShe looked just like her motherIf there could be another
And now she's two years olderHer mother's with a soldierShe left me when my drinkingBecame a proper stinging
The devil came and took meFrom bar to street to bookieNo more nights by the tellyNo more nights nappies smelling
Alone here in the kitchenI feel there's something missingI'd beg for some forgivenessBut begging is not my business
And she won't write a letterAlthough I always tell herAnd so it's my assumptionI'm really up the junction