Knickerbocker Glory (Paul O’Brien)   

 

Well it must have been on Friday

He’d just picked up his pay

And Nelson was still standing

Where that needle stands today

 

He sat me at a table

On a hard, grown-up chair

He laughed ‘eat that if your able’

And ran his fingers through my hair

 

I’d never seen such a tall glass

Or such a long silver spoon

I’d never heard such laughter

In such a colourful room

 

A knickerbocker glory

On a busy city street

An uncle telling stories

A little boy swinging his feet

Red Formica tables

With aluminium trim

Ice cream in tall glasses

Still reminds me of him

 

He talked of famous people

To me the stuff of dreams

Movie stars, fancy cars

And famous football teams

 

I just knew them from his stories

They all knew him by name

He could have been with anyone

But he was with me all the same

 

A knickerbocker glory

On a busy city street

An uncle telling stories

A little boy swinging his feet

Red Formica tables

With aluminium trim

Ice cream in tall glasses

Still reminds me of him

 

The last time that I saw him

On a thoroughfare nearby

I was finished school and grown up

Busses passed us by

Well it must have been a Friday

I was picking up my pay

He asked if I remembered

And I said ‘like yesterday’

 

A knickerbocker glory

On a busy city street

An uncle telling stories

A little boy swinging his feet

Red Formica tables

With aluminium trim

Ice cream in tall glasses

Still reminds me of him

 

A knickerbocker glory

On a busy city street

An uncle telling stories

A little boy swinging his feet