You've no idea what it means to me at my time of life
To hold a young baby in these arms of mine
My pacemaker's ticking my heart to the grave
But new life's reminding an old man that he can smile
The roll-up's a part of my smoke-pickled face
My flat cap's askew and my specs need a clean
I don't like anyone who wasn't born in my street
But here is your baby
So small and so sweet
New life, new life
New life, new life
The baby and the old, old man
He died on my doorstep that dull Christmas Eve
A man full of hatred, a man full of love
A baby cut through to the human inside
His eyes filled with tears at the thought of new life
New life, new life
New life, new life
The baby and the old, old man
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