Sunday Driver

Doc Skazoid, a keen talker
Never knew a man could talk so much
His sister knew Glitter,
Got older did not keep in touch
Did dexys, The Sixties,
Ten years so good that he forgot
He did forget!

Did business down London
No debt too dirty to collect
Smart dressing gent distressing
Your money or your fucking neck
Did whisky, The Sixties,
Ten years so good that he forgot
He did forget!

He's been talking, talking all nite long
He's been talking, talking all nite long

Been dragging his wagon
More years than I have ever seen
No drinkies for Crinkly
But you can see where they have been
In sheepskin in summer
But I've never ever seen the old boy sweat
Top pocket, Blue Peters
Wouldn't do to get those beauties wet
Beauties Wet!

He's been talking, talking all nite long
He's been talking, talking all nite long

The Children of the Clyde
They're durty and they're wide
The oily water shines, The oily water's fine
The Children of the Clyde
They're durty and they're wide
The oily water shines, The oily water's fine

God summoned Don Drummond
Tom McCook and Roland Alphonso
Old timer, sunday driver
He's got a ticket for that show
Old timer, sunday driver
He's got his ticket for the show
For the show!

He's been talking, talking all nite long
He's been talking, talking all nite long