[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:
[Chorus]
“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”.