♪
There the dog is,
so the cross appear over it ♪
♪ Hanging on the wall, above the door ♪
♪ I've often looked at it and thought
of all the happiness it brought to life ♪
♪ And I used to have us caught up on their floor ♪
♪ By the door, in his local puppy stand ♪
♪ With that old familiar twinkle in his eye ♪
♪ In his truby head,
with frosty rye on his whiskers ♪
♪ And off he's pleading dinner,
down his toilet ♪
♪ He looks up properly,
though smile-winning ♪
♪ Acoustic greens are nowhere to be found ♪
♪ He worked all his life with my old Brendan ♪
♪ And even at the age of 82,
he got himself a job down at the local synagogue ♪
♪
Polishing the brass for a ball party ♪
♪ And to the pub each night,
he'd go to whet his whistle ♪
♪ And his whistle took time to whet it,
that's a fact ♪
♪ But you'd never see him drunk or out of order ♪
♪ Cause when it came to boozing,
he couldn't often look it, but ♪
♪ You'd never hear him shot or lose his temper ♪
♪ Cause when it came to boozing,
he couldn't often look it ♪
♪
I remember how we used to say God bless you ♪
♪ And how we loved our dear old Greg with all his heart ♪
♪ In the days when things were tough,
old granddaddy done his stuff ♪
♪ He'd walk for miles just looking for his stuff ♪
♪ But on Christmas Eve,
when things were really desperate ♪
♪ And no one really knew where he had been ♪
♪ Searching for the family's Christmas dinners ♪
♪ He'd walk from Noddy Hill to Bethnal Green ♪
♪ And in the next second,
they both slung across the shoulder ♪
♪ Was the fattest turkey you had ever seen ♪
♪ Was the lifeless soul of all our company ding-dongs ♪
♪ And the songs he used to sing,
they'd make you die ♪
♪ Now some were full of songs,
but they never sounded coarse ♪
♪ While others brought a tear into your eye ♪
♪ And now we're in this troubled world,
where everything is changing ♪
♪ And nothing ain't worth nothing anymore ♪
♪ I still thank the Lord for everything he told me ♪
♪ There'll never be another,
that's for sure ♪
♪ There's a turkey at Central Cross,
off dear old Quentin ♪
♪ Hanging on the wall above the door ♪
God bless you, Quentin.
God bless you.