Good Old Bill Lyrics - Colour It In - Maccabees

Spearmint Rhino was taking our money 

when Gran was robbed of her own life honey. 

The driverless hornet las post on the trumpet. 

His blind, crippled crumpet don't like it but lump it. 

The engine won't start without him. 

The engine it won't start without 

So I went down to Sherry's mod suits and Paul Weller. 

All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather. 

All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear. 

Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here. 

The engine won't start without him. 

The engine it won't start without 

The engine it won't start without him 

The engine it won't start without him