I'm not going to sit here and lie
and list all the many ways
About how I will supposedly love
you till the end of days
Because I think that we both know
in twenty-eight
and a half years' time
That I won't be yours
and you probably won't be mine

But yesterday,
today and probably tomorrow
This little one
will find it hard to find sorrow
Yesterday,
today and probably tomorrow

Middleton to Withington
and Middleton and back
Is more than enough
to make the average
Middletonian crack
So I will stand outside
the Travelodge
and bite my tongue
Your best friends
look me up and down
and I'll write the song

Yesterday,
today and probably tomorrow
This little one
will find it hard to find sorrow
Yesterday,
today and probably tomorrow

Will they be there
on Tuesday night
Running the bath
and turning out the lights?
Will they be there
on Thursday afternoons
to welcome you home
from Euston platform
With heart-shaped balloons?
No

Yesterday,
today and probably tomorrow