Sixty-five years of Colin. One song about the next chapter.

Verse 1

Forty-four years by the same old clockUp at five while the whole street's still asleepColin the constant, Colin the rockNever once called in sick, a promise he'd keep

Verse 2

If one of us coughs he will not let it slide"Forty-four years and I never stayed home"We've heard it so often we say it with prideIt's carved into us now, it's part of our own

Chorus

So here's to sixty-five, and the ink washed off your handsHere's to the clock that finally understandsThere's a list in your pocket of all you're going to doAnd a list of Mum's saying what's not up to youSomewhere between the two of themThat's where we'll find you

Verse 3

Retirement Projects, written out neatEvery idea you've been saving for yearsWhile Mum's got her own list, line for line completeThings Colin Will Not Be Doing, in the clearest of biros, my dears

Chorus

So here's to sixty-five, and the ink washed off your handsHere's to the clock that finally understandsThere's a list in your pocket of all you're going to doAnd a list of Mum's saying what's not up to youSomewhere between the two of themThat's where we'll find you

Bridge

No more up at five for the six o'clock pressNo more good soldier through cold or through fluJust you and whatever this next chapter saysAnd Mum keeping watch to make sure you get through

Verse 4

Forty-four years, and we're proud, every oneNow the presses fall quiet, the working is doneTake the rest that you're owed, take the time that you've earnedBetween two good lists is a lesson well learned

Outro

Happy birthday, Dad, and well done, and well earnedSomewhere between those listsThat's where you'll be found