In the grainy light of four o'clock
 He sits on his hands a lot
 He's kind of nervous

 I don't think he's got much money
 But he's got the time of day

 'Cause God drinks down at the Sandringham these days
 Since the Shakespeare changed its name
 He drinks down at the Sandringham these days
 He's what we call alright around here

 Talks a bit, he likes to sit
 Watches people come in and smiles
 Somehow we're part of him
 We nod and chat a while

 He drinks slowly like it's holy
 From a glass that always looks half full