We had to move away, cos the rent we couldn't pay
The moving van came round just after dark
There was me and my old man, shoving things inside the van
Which we'd often done before, let me remark
We packed all we could pack, in the van and that's a fact
And we got inside all we could get inside
Then we packed all we could pack, on the table at the back
Till there wasn't any room for me to write
My old man, sit far over there
And don't dig any on the way
Up with the concrete floor, I'm packed in it
I walk behind with my old cop in it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
Lost the van and don't know where to run
Now, who's gonna put up with the old man
That's sad if I can't find my way home
I gave a helping hand, with a marble wash and stand
I gave a helping hand, with a marble wash and stand
And straight he wasn't getting on so bad
All at once the common bloke had an accident and broke
Well the nicest of the china that we had
You'll understand of course, was a cross about the lot
Same as any other human would
But I soon got over that, and we had a little chat
Cos these little things like that, that does you good
My old man, sit far over there
And don't dig any on the way
Up with the concrete floor, I'm packed in it
I walk behind with my old cop in it
I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it, I did it
I'm in such a mess, I don't know the address
Don't even know the blessed neighbourhood
I feel as if I might have to stay out all the night
And that ain't gonna do me any good
I don't make no complaint, but I'm coming over free
What I want now is a good substantial feed
And I sort of kind of feel, if I don't soon have a meal
I shall have to rob the leany of his seed
Yes, well...
My old man, sit far over there
And don't dilly-dally on the way
Up with the cart, with the home packed in it
I won't be high with my old cock lit
But dilly-da-dally, but dilly-da-dally
Lost the man and don't know where to run
Now, who's gonna put up with me?
I'm in such a mess, I don't know the address
And that ain't gonna do me any good
I can't find my way home
My old man, sit far over there
And don't dilly-dally on the way
Up with the cart, with the home packed in it
I won't be high with my old cock lit
But dilly-da-dally, but dilly-da-dally
Lost the man and don't know where to run
Lost the man and don't know where to run
Now, who's gonna put up with me?
I'm in such a mess, I don't know the address
And if I can't find my way home