| Lyrics: | Nice man George, newsagent on the corner
Not very rich, but never any poorer
Jaunty old
George, a happy sixty-three
Not very tall, but healthier than me
He whistles timeless
tunes as he saunters down the street
Springs in his legs and elastic in his feet
But
in the middle of the night, he steals through your garden
Gives your hosiery a fright and
doesn't say pardon
As soft as a breeze with an arm full of underwear
On his hands and
knees, dreams about the knicker scare
Hello there George, newsagent on the
corner
How's the old car, yes the climate's getting warmer
Chatty old George as you get
your morning paper
Read about the knicker thief, underwear taker
Bids you 'Good day', as
you wander out the door
Never closes early, always cleans the floor
But when
darkness hits the town and there's washing on your line
Get your knickers down, before the
dreaded sign
When the clock strikes eight and you're snuggled up in bed
He'll be at the
garden gate, filling underwear with dread
Nice man George, newsagent on the
corner
He was closed today, maybe gone to mow the lawn
I had to go further down the road
to get me current bun
Hello, isn't that George on page one ?
No it couldn't be, but yes it
is
Difficult to see from these photofits
But they are after him, of that you can be
sure
They've called him on the phone, they've knocked on his door
a-But he's gone away,
gone to stay with some mates
He got the papers early and saw his own face |
