Good Old Bill - The Maccabees

Spearmint Rhino was taking our money

When Gran was robbed of her own life honey

The driverless hornet last post on the trumpet

His blind, crippled crumpet don’t like it but lump it

The engine, it won’t start without him

The engine, it won’t start without

So I went down to Sherry’s mod suits and Paul Weller

All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather

All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear

Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here

The engine, it won’t start without him

The engine, it won’t start without

The engine, it won’t start without him

The engine, it won’t start without

So he’s left us done up to the nines

With satin for lining and a coating of pine

And the engine is broke, I can’t fix and I’ve lost

All the coals and we’re running quite low

The engine is broke, I can’t fix and I’ve lost

All the coals and we’re running quite low