Mr Milk

Hi

I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine (ooh-hoo)

If I deliver these custard trays on time (ooh-hoo)

4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo)

I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light (ooh-hoo)

I'm sure I could deliver better

If I pretended I'd never met her

She said she'd love me sweeter

If we made it to the pier for dinner

Seven months in a ditch while the ring kept for her to decide (ooh-hoo)

If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride (ooh-hoo)

4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo)

Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise (ooh-hoo)

I'm sure I could deliver better

If I pretended I'd never met her

She said she'd love me sweeter

If we made it to the pier for dinner

Welsh rarebit with a new dress on

If that ain't enough to make you smile

Every Kintail Road kid knows

When she's around then cheese goes dry

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