My grandma came from the North
She said bath not bath and grass not grass
I gave her a jumping toy snake
That leapt from its case
I thought it was funny
But she slapped me round the face
She'll never know
She'll never understand
The child became the father of the man
My grandad would like to trace our family tree
And he always believed
We were related to royalty
So I would colour my books like a Renaissance master
Because I never realised
The royals don't come from Doncaster
He'll never know
He'll never understand
The child became the father of the man
They'll never know
They'll never understand
The child became the father of the man
My grandma told grandad let's move on down to the sea
I think the air is cleaner
It will help with your emphysema
My brother and me would hide when my grandad was ill
That's when on Sundays
It was always Fruit Cocktail
And the milk was Ideal
They'll never know
They'll never understand
The child became the father of the man
They'll never know
They'll never understand
The child became the father of the man
