Down sir matt busby way Stretford red devils play George best here to stay red blood on his shirt scores a goal in the dirt

walk as i talk backpack to sack of a trying day to the end thy hill what a weary day

Over the hills sit dan windy rain with sam we begin to date ham walk down the stairs fair to share we stare

Nothing but tit for tat scratch my back jack and i will scratch yours pitifully world we live desperate pain to gain

Bless thy thee shine may you always dine down the railway line sing a song for all time the room was so bare

Where do thy begin turning down my skin let us all do sin life love to you all back home i call

Titanic white a star fine shoe shine down the line sail softly in the calm seas eat and drink happy times music plays softly so devine

drink thy wine to a fine dine in the three blackbirds with blueberry pie red rose to a prose to see the mary rose

Speaking words of wisdom let it be for you and me hey Jude don’t be sad to make it better into my heart

In spite of fathers sternest strictures sue spent each evening at the pictures you see a lot of reels he said

Remain the old clock of thee old tower with all his might still a old battle site Cromwell still in the fight

Whence we go as far to thy door to shop on the floor have a drink at the bar And find a movie star

sir Andrew wood knighted by a king for battle won under the sun history will

Mr plump and mr plimp to meet and have tea by the sea they both stink not had a wash