The old man sits on a chair in my lounge room
His face has seen years, His eyes have shed tears
He's been through a lifetime, His friends have all gone
He waits in his chair as I walk down the stair
He look up at me and his face forms a smile
His eyes fill with life as he notices me
His body is ancient, yet he looks so happy
He opens his mouth and greets me with glee
I look at the old man, I smile politely
I shake his leathery hand
He gets to his to feet and I look in his eye
I open my mouth and address the old man
How did you get in my house, old man
I don't know who you are
You seem like a very sweet, nice, old man
But I don't know who you are
The old man laughs and calls me Tobias
He thinks it's a game when I say my real name
He asks how my wife is and how are my children
I tell him I'm single, He laughs it away
He walks to the kitchen and he puts on the kettle
He asks me if I want some tea
I tell him okay and the water starts boiling
He fills up my cup and hands it to me
I'm sorry but that isn't milk, old man
I still don't know who you are
You've put mayonnaise in my tea old man
And I don't know who you are
The old man stops, I think I've upset him
His smile disappears, His eyes fill with tears
He puts down the teacup, looks up at me slowly
And says "Dear Toby, I Hate those Japs."
I wander upstairs and I fetch some trousers
He puts them on in the usual way
He tells me that he doesn't know where he's going
I say there's a room and that he can stay
You can live in my house old man
I don't care who you are
You're pretty racist but funny old man
And I quite like who you are
Yes I quite like who you are.