At The Crem

Farewell old mate, we all agree
That you were a good man
It was plain for us all to see
That you were a good man

There was no priest nor minister
Just a sweet giggly woman
Telling us stories with sad laughter
How you were a good man

Providing well for kids and wife
Ready to lend a hand
Long hours you worked all your life
Yes, you were a good man

You were no drinker nor smoker
No gambler, no wild man
Never cruel, nor a sneerer
You were just a good man

Football you really loved watching
You were Macc's greatest fan
Come rain or shine you were cheering
'Cos you were a good man

A van ran into your wagon
You were parked up, then bang!
You were left shattered and broken
Though you were a good man

Everything was for family
Your girls they understand
You were really a great daddy
What a very good man!

Your wife upped sticks and left you
Went off with a young man
Wanted some spice and some fun too
With a very bad man

She wanted passion, desire, life
Holidays, a sun tan
The bitch, the whore, the anti-wife
But you were a good man

I really liked you, like we all did
But a thought comes in my head
You're there, under that coffin lid
'Cos you always were   -   half dead!