Mike the Milkman

by Ralph McTell

Mike the Milkman rattles his bottles and crates
He likes to be out early, tries not to be late
So when you hear him delivering milk in Tickle on the Tum
You know you should be out of bed, because the morning has come.

He's first before the post arrives
So come on and rub the sleep from out of your eyes
Before the paper boy comes round on his bike
Come the jingling, jangling, comes Milkman Mike.

Jingle Jangle, Jingle Jangle
Grabbing the milk crates by the handle
Jingle Jangle, is the morning song
Jingle Jangle, boots in winter, summer in sandals
Jingling, Jangling, yes the morning has come.

Mike the Milkman rattles his bottles and crates
He likes to be out early, tries not to be late
So when you hear him delivering milk in Tickle on the Tum
You know you should be out of bed, because the morning has come.

And if he knows you're still asleep
Perhaps up to your door he'll quietly creep
He's the morning man, he can do whatever he likes
Come the jingling, jangling, comes Milkman Mike.

Jingle Jangle, Jingle Jangle
Grabbing the milk crates by the handle
Jingle Jangle, is the morning song
Jingle Jangle, boots in winter, summer in sandals
Jingling, Jangling, yes the morning has come.