Spearmint Rhino was taking our money
When Gran was robbed of her own life honey
The driverless hornet last post on the trumpet
His blind, crippled crumpet don't like it but lump it

The engine, it won't start without him
The engine, it won't start without

So I went down to Sherry's mod suits and Paul Weller
All pork pies and drainpipes to wear in all weather
All of us shed a tear thinking of yesteryear
Raise whiskey, raise beer, the old boy is not here

The engine, it won't start without him
The engine, it won't start without
The engine, it won't start without him
The engine, it won't start without

So he's left us done up to the nines
With satin for lining and a coating of pine

And the engine is broke, I can't fix and I've lost
All the coals and we're running quite low
The engine is broke, I can't fix and I've lost
All the coals and we're running quite low