He runs a little shop with a room at the top And a mortgage all around it His little lady will be fifty-three on Monday And his only son's in the Navy But he doesn't shout about it No, he doesn't shout about it He's a one in a million He's a one in a million He runs a little shop with a room at the top The advertisements surround it He's very content with the things at the moment Except the yellow line by the pavement But he doesn't shout about it No, he doesn't shout about it He's a one in a million He's a one in a million He's lucky and happy Just because the battle's not for him to fight He doesn't have a cause Perhaps he's wrong, perhaps he's right He runs a little shop with a room at the top And he parks his car behind it He's insured for a couple of thousand And he's almost due for a pension But he doesn't shout about it No, he doesn't shout about it He's a one in a million He's a one in a million He's lucky and happy Just because the battle's not for him to fight He doesn't have a cause Perhaps he's wrong, perhaps he's right He runs a little shop with a room at the top And a mortgage all around it His little lady will be fifty-three on Monday And his only son's in the Navy But he doesn't shout about it No, he doesn't shout about it He's a one in a million He's a one in a million He's a one in a million He's a one in a million