I'm sure I could make your hand fit mine (woo-hoo) If I deliver these custard trays on time (woo-hoo) 4-30 a.m. ding-dong rise (woo-hoo) And kiss her photo with the beam from ashtray light (woo-hoo) I'm sure, I could deliver better If I pretended I'd never met her She said she'd love me sweeter If we made it to the pier for dinner Seven months in a ditch while the ring kept for her to decide (woo-hoo) If my milk truck's gonna be her chariot ride (woo-hoo) 4-30 a.m. ding-dong rise (woo-hoo) Morning sun makes my sour heart pasteurise (woo-hoo) I'm sure I could deliver better If I pretended I'd never met her She said she'd love me sweeter If we made it to the pier for dinner Welsh rarebit with a new dress on If that ain't enough to make you smile Every Kinteil road kid knows When she's around then cheese goes dry Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da