The Lucksmiths - The Tichborne Claimant Lyrics
Big and fat, here he comesAll his fingers look like thumbsMother dearest, look who’s hereIt’s your long-lost loving sonBrush aside your fearsLook: he’s got his uncle’s earsSo he’s a little fatter - it doesn’t matterA lot can happen in eleven yearsAnd inside every fat manIs another man who’s thinEven his own mother wouldn’t recognise himWhy the dickens should I believe himHas he given me one good reason?Of course he hasn’tIf he’s the heir apparentAppearances can be deceivingNames are not importantSir Roger Tichborne or Arthur OrtonFrom stealing cattle to an aristocratHe’ll sell his soul to claim his fortuneAnd outside every thin manIs another man who’s fatOnly a mother could love a face like that