Just before Christmas you came
With a loud cry, and then you were hame
Bouncing little baby boy
Filled your parents hearts with joy
You were always a little cracker
Grew up to be full of the patter
It wasn’t me, do you think I’m daft?
Steal his shit, you’re having a laugh
He’d do me, in aye he would
He’d cut my throat, if only he could
catch me, but that’s not happening
I’m leaving for Blackpool in the morning
The phone call came, at 4 in the morning
Del boy’s dead, said the copper calling
He didn’t turn up for the fireworks
His bird thought, ‘the bastard’s stood us up.’
We all got together to say farewell
And shed tears over the boy called Del
Dedicated to my cousin, Derek Buchanan, always remembered