Letra da Música Good Old Bill de The 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.

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.

And so he's left us done to the nines with satin for lining and a coating of pine and the engine is broke I can't fix and I've lost all the coals and we're running quite low...