He'll come in and sit by me
In the grainy light of four o'clock
He'll sit on his hands a lot
He's kind of nervous
I don't think he's got much money
But he has the time of day

'Cause God drinks down at the Sandringham these days
Since the Shakespeare changed its name
He drinks down at the Sandringham these days
He's what we call alright, he's alright around here

Talks a bit, he likes to sit
Watches people come in and smiles
Somehow we're a part of him
We nod and chat a while
He drinks slowly like it's holy
From a glass that always looks half full