Intro Verse He used to wear Trespass and shop at the Aldi Now he’s the joker in the clubhouse at Caldy His hair was receding; his face it descended Now he’s been up to Rodney Street and had it all mended He used to walk home with a chop suey roll Now he’s in Sheldrake’s devouring his soul His mate’s got a six-berth in Kinmel Bay And for the last week in August that’s where he’d stay But now it’s a fortnight in tropical climes Raising of a lager and here’s to the times But the worried demeanour as I went through his turnstile Was clarified later when I heard the announcement: Instrumental “John MacNamara, John MacNamara John MacNamara to the cash office please. John MacNamara, John MacNamara John MacNamara to the cash office please. To the cash office please To the cash office please”.