Knock! Knock! Says the clock.

A lifetime, beginning to end.

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. Well, what have we here?
Who's this little handsome chap? Fingers waving in the air
Legs kicking, face alight. Who's his mother's little dear?

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. He's been in a fight
Nose all bloody, still defiant, says he'll see him right
Tries to hide the swimming tears. Now he's mother's little tyke!

Knock! Knock! Says the clock, here's an how d'ya do
Says he's no interest in girls but look at this will you?
Crimson with embarrassment, hey lover boy, what's new?

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. Doesn't he impress?
Moving up in management. Elegantly dressed
Doting wife and children, but is he happy? Yes!

Knock! Knock! says the clock. The business runs itself.
Everything has been achieved, business wise and wealth
In business parlance you could say he's reached the upper shelf

Knock! Knock! Says the clock, children both grown tall
They can run the business now. PLC and all
He is now a Baron, with portrait on the wall.

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. A Knighthood in the air.
The darling of the hoy polloi. (Still, he earned fair)
Getting bigger in the gut, silver in his hair.

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. Everything's a strain
Just can't get the words out right. Something in the brain.
He's forever falling down. Whoops! There he goes again!

Knock! Knock! Says the clock. They're placing him in care.
Dribble running down his chin. Face, a vacant stare.
Nothing's working underneath. 'Hello! Is anybody there?'