I'm sure I could make her hand fit mine
if I deliver these custard trays on time.
Four thirty a.m. 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 a.m. 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.