My Little Clock
My little clock has ticked his last
Farewell, adieu, goodbye
I buried it in a rubbish bag
With many a tear and a sigh
Oh my friend, yes its true,
You knew when to get me out of bed
To go and sign the Broo
And tell me when the pub was open,
And the licensed grocer shut.
And the next race at Ascot
And when my Giro was due
All the best times, to tap my neighbours
Or when my friends were flush
Or when the Lenders were calling
To get out the door in a rush
Your Gone, I’m in a pickle,
But I know what to do,
I’ll tap someone roundabout
And buy another you!