The Life Of Stan

This is the story of an ordinary man,
Whose name could quite easily have been Stan.
Barely making money, this 'middle aged' guy,
Yes times are hard but scraping by -
This is the life of Stan...
 
You'll find me driving 'bout the place in my old white van,
The way I make a living you'll see me round the town.
Sometimes I go down the café to have my tea,
Where I see my old friends, who like chatting with me.
 
It's nice to get a weekend off every now and then,
But rarely go to London much on the underground.
If only my station's access was really 'step free',
Perhaps, but maybe not, life'd be easier for me!
The problem is those tourists keep on getting in the way,
They should show some more respect, is what I always say!
For once I had the hunger, I also had the flair,
When I was much younger...now I've hardly any hair!
 
Some of you may know me, well you can call me Stan,
I'm that ordinary chap who drives a clapped out van.
I buy and fit carpets, made to measure by trade,
Can turn my hand to plumbing, hope that I get paid!
You'll find me at the wholesalers when I'm not around,
Try dialing up my mobile if I can't be found.
Yes, I'm that bloke down the road, a kinda 'odd job' man,
Always looking out for work, least that's the general plan!
 
Life has its compensations though, it's really not so bad,
Try NOT to let it bother me, for that just makes me mad!
I talk to Mr.Ok, well, he's doin' alright,
He's exceptionally inventive, an extraordinary kind of guy.
On Friday nights when out with mates, I generally opt for beer,
Catch up on all the gossip, what's going on round here.
We normally settle round a table by the windowsill,
Staying on till closing time or thereabouts until...