LYRICS

E’ning Standard, read all about it!
Paper sir, paper sir?

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 armful 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
Had to go further down the road to get me Currant Bun
Hello, isn’t that George on Page One
No it couldn’t be but yes it is
Difficult to see from these photo fits
But they are after him
Of that you can be sure
They’ve called him on the phone
They’ve knocked on his door
But he’s gone away, gone to stay with some mates
He got the papers early and saw his own fate

E’ning Standard, papers sir