I'm sure I could make her hand fit mine
if I deliver these custard trays on time
Four thirty am ding dong rise
Kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light
I'm sure I could deliver better
if I pretended I never met her
I'm sure she'd would love me sweeter
if we made it to the pier for dinner

Seven months in a ditch with the ring kept for her to decide
If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride
Four thirty am ding dong rise
Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise

I'm sure I could deliver better
if I pretended I never met her
I'm sure she'd would 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 Kinteil road kid knows
When she's around then cheese goes dry