I never thought it could happen
  With me and the girl from Clapham
  Out on a 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 maybe
    We moved into a basement
  With thoughts of our engagement
  We stayed in by the telly
  Although the room was smelly
  We spent our time just kissin'
  The Runway Arms we missin'
  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
  He 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
  And make evenings by the fire
  And little kicks inside her
    This moring at 4:50
  I took her rather nifty
  Down to an incubator
  And 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