He was always sittin’ at the back of the Snowdon Tavern
Didn’t have no friends, well they weren’t worth havin’
Talkin slow and steady, smokin cigarettes
Look at what he’s got, ‘bout good as it’s gonna get
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Stephen Lea’s Father … Stephen Lea’s Father …
Stephen Lea’s Father … He had a lot to say
Said he’d get to the bottom of that bottle some day
He talked about the days when he wore a shirt and tie
Al those candy colour nights and Sunday mornin’ smiles
Said he paid piper, he liked to dance
Said that he’d been sittin there, just waitin’ on his chance
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Staggered up to say, he want to shake my hand
Said that he liked sittin’ there, just talking man to man
Said we shared a moment, said it felt just fine
“C’mon back and see me, I’m here all the time”
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