Mr Milk

Hi I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine (ooh-hoo) If I deliver these custard trays on time (ooh-hoo) 4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo) I kiss her photo with the beam from the ash tray light (ooh-hoo) I'm sure I could deliver better If I pretended I'd never met her She said she'd love me sweeter If we made it to the pier for dinner Seven months in a ditch while the ring kept for her to decide (ooh-hoo) If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride (ooh-hoo) 4-30 a.m, ding-dong rise (ooh-hoo) Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise (ooh-hoo) I'm sure I could deliver better If I pretended I'd never met her She said she'd 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 Kintail Road kid knows When she's around then cheese goes dry Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da