I never thought it would happen

With me and the girl from Clapham

Out on the windy common

That night I ain't forgotten

When she dealt out the rations

With some or other passions

I said "you are a lady"

"Perhaps" she said. "I may be" We moved in to a basement

With thoughts of our engagement

We stayed in by the telly

Although the room was smelly

We spent our time just kissing

The Railway Arms we're missing

But love had got us hooked up

And all our time it took up I got a job with Stanley

He said I'd come in handy

And started me on Monday

So I had a bath on Sunday

I worked eleven hours

And bought the girl some flowers

She said she'd seen a doctor

And nothing now could stop her I worked all through the winter

The weather brass and bitter

I put away a tenner

Each week to make her better

And when the time was ready

We had to sell the telly

Late evenings by the fire

With little kicks inside her This morning at four fifty

I took her rather nifty

Down to an incubator

Where thirty minutes later

She gave birth to a daughter

Within a year a walker

She looked just like her mother

If there could be another And now she's two years older

Her mother's with a soldier

She left me when my drinking

Became a proper stinging

The devil came and took me

From bar to street to bookie

No more nights by the telly

No more nights nappies smelling Alone here in the kitchen

I feel there's something missing

I'd beg for some forgiveness

But begging's not my business

And she won't write a letter

Although I always tell her

And so it's my assumption

I'm really up the junction