There's not much to see anymore
not since the war, moaned Maud,
if I could afford to move, oh!
wouldn't that be lovely, she said.

But where would I go? asked her husband Tom
who was eighty-one,
you could stay said Maud who had once adored him
but now hardly noticed him,

it's my age. he cried
you think I'm dried up and shrivelled he snivelled,

I've found another she said with a smile
better looking than you by a mile
and younger too,

Tom demanded to know
who

The man from number twenty,
you wouldn't know him
but I do.