There’s a man from Quality Gas named Glenn

There’s a man from Quality Gas named Glenn Runs a job, runs a crew, runs most men V.A.T badge and an Amex card City Plumbing knows him by heart Married a Morley, thought he’d got free Said he escaped that family tree But fate just smiled and changed the plan He was born to team with a Morley, just a different man He walks like an alpha, works like a mule Van full of chaos, still plays it cool London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Tried that fasting diet, dropped some weight Hit the golf course feeling great One bad swing and a risky breeze Country club stories nobody needs Van got rammed from behind one day Insurance man took it away Customer Ian said price too high Glenn said buddy, that’s V.A.T He walks like an alpha, works like a mule Van full of chaos, still plays it cool London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Meet me at the shop at eight he’ll say Means City Plumbing, start of the day Wipe your joints, don’t leave them rough Watch what you say when the customer’s up Says front of the van when he means the back Sends you on a wild tool hunt track On his knees by the soil stack Arse crack showing out the back Only fits Glow-worm Ultimate lines For those sweet Amex point-time wins If it’s plastic pipe there’s no debate Hep twenty only, that stuff’s first rate He walks like an alpha, works like a mule Van full of chaos, still plays it cool London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Up in the loft one winter’s morn Copper pipe through the ceiling torn Dropped it down from a story high Caught Lloyd square on the nose mid-cry Said builds character, makes you tough That’s Glenn’s version of sorry, bruv He walks like an alpha, works like a mule Van full of chaos, still plays it cool London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Then came Bridget, boots and grace Put that cowboy in his place Ten years strong and still going right His cowgirl riding shotgun every night Sunday roast, country scene Hat and boots, boxers in between He walks like an alpha, works like a mule Van full of chaos, still plays it cool London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Whiskey Drink on full in the cab Boots on the dash, Stetson in the back Backflips high on the trampoline bend Rebounding near the greenhouse end Line dancing dreams on a Friday night Still lands smiling every time he takes flight He walks like an alpha, laughs like a king Half modern cowboy, half gas-line string London teeth flashing, country songs blend That’s Quality Gas, that’s Alpha Glenn Meet you at the shop at eight You already know where that is