I'm not going to sit here and lie and list all the many ways About how I will supposedly love you till the end of days Because I think that we both know in twenty-eight and a half years' time That I won't be yours and you probably won't be mine
But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow This little one will find it hard to find sorrow Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
Middleton to Withington and Middleton and back Is more than enough to make the average Middletonian crack So I will stand outside the Travelodge and bite my tongue Your best friends look me up and down and I'll write the song
But yesterday, today and probably tomorrow This little one will find it hard to find sorrow Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow
Will they be there on Tuesday night Running the bath and turning out the lights? Will they be there on Thursday afternoons To welcome you home from Euston platform eight, heart-shaped balloons? No