My Old Man

My old man He's a singer in the park He's a walker in the rain He's a dancer in the dark We don't need no piece of paper From the city hall Keeping us tied and true My old man Keeping away my blues He's my sunshine in the morning He's my fireworks at

My old man is a lonely tree Sitting on a branch in a lonely sea When I first met him I thought how Could he have let my mother down But my old man he came to see me He put his hand in mine and said he loved me Well I was burned up with ill feeling Bu

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 f