The Man from Twenty Maxi and Charlie I’m the man from Twenty; kindly form a queue. Those who do remember, let me look at you. I’m the man from Twenty; I’ve yet to see his face Burger from the take away, back to his place They’ve got his old piano here,Someone played a tune. Someone sang along with him, we danced around the room I’m the man from twenty; been me, for a year. Teary eyes and silence, and I deaden it with Beer. Once he came a knocking; he didn’t have a key I was busy shopping when he needed me I hate dancing sober; I feel like such a fool. I’m a Liverpool Loafer But they say I must be cool Instrumental break Bridge Mary Calls At Midnight, flour on her hands. Talks of tiny babies, Angels in the Sand.   Michael's on his bicycle; says he saw Our Kid Jim, he trims the hedges as she watches from the bed. Minis at the Inny. Letters for the Queen Collars shaped like roundabouts, ah The Things I've seen Early in the morning ladies come to stare Ginny  puts her Pinny on and Says "He isn't here" I’m the man from Twenty;kindly form a queue Those who do remember, let me look at you