He`ll come in and sit by me
In the grainy light of four o`clock
He sits on his hands a lot
He`s kind of nervous
I don`t think he`s got much money
But he`s got the time of day
`Cause God drinks down at the Sandringham these days
Since the Shakespeare changed its name
He drinks down at the Sandringham these days
He`s what we call alright around here
Talks a bit, he likes to sit
Watches people come in and smiles
Somehow we`re part of him
We nod and chat a while
He drinks slowly like it`s holy
From a glass that always looks half full