The Man from Twenty Writers: Charlie McGettigan and Irene McCoubrey I'm the man from twenty kindly form a queue Those who do remember let me look at you Yes I'm the man from twenty and I've yet to see his face A burger from the takeaway and it's back to his place. They've got his old piano here and someone played a tune And someone sang along with him and we danced around the room Yes, I'm the man from twenty and I've been me for a year Teary eyes and silence and I deaden it with beer Once he came a knocking he didn't have a key And I was busy shopping when he needed me Oh, I hate dancing sober, cos I feel like such a fool I'm a Liverpool loafer and they say I must be cool Mary calls at midnight there's flour on her hands She talks of tiny babies, angels in the sand Michael's on his bicycle, says he saw our kid And Jim he trims the hedges as she watches from the bed. Mini's at the Inny, letters for the queen Collars shaped like roundabouts ah the things I've seen And early in the morning, ladies come to stare Jinnie puts her pinny on and says "He isn't here" Yes, I'm the man from twenty kindly form a queue Those who do remember let me look at you