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My old man wore three piece whistles, he was never home for long

Drove a bus for London Transport, he knew where he belonged

Number 18 down to Euston, double decker move along

Double decker move along, my old man

Later on he drove a Roller, chauffeuring for foreign men

Dropped his aitches on occasion, said: 'Cor blimey!' now and then

Did the crossword in the Standard at the airport in the rain

At the airport in the rain, my old man

Wouldn’t ever let his governers call him 'Billy', he was proud

Personal reasons make a difference, his last boss was allowed

Perhaps he had to keep his distance, made a racket when he rowed

Made a racket when he rowed, my old man

My old man

My old man was fairly handsome, he smoked too many cigs

Lived in one room in Victoria, he was tidy in his digs

Had to have an operation when his ulcer got too big

When his ulcer got too big, my old man

My old man

Seven years went out the window, we met as one to one

Died before we’d done much talking, relations had begun

All the while we thought about each other, all the best, mate, from your son

All the best, mate, from your son, my old man

My old man

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