He'll come in and sit by me

In the grainy light of four o'clock

He sits on his hands a lot

He's kind of nervous



I don't think he's got much money

But he's got the time of day



'Cause God drinks down at the Sandringham these days

Since the Shakespeare changed its name

He drinks down at the Sandringham these days

He's what we call alright around here



Talks a bit, he likes to sit

Watches people come in and smiles

Somehow we're part of him

We nod and chat a while



He drinks slowly like it's holy

From a glass that always looks half full