Victor Alex Lifeson

Victor was a little baby
Into this world he came:
His father took him
On his knee and said
"Don't dishonour the family name."

Victor looked up at his father
Looked up with big round eyes
His father said
"Victor, my only son
Don't you ever tell lies."

It was a frosty December
It wasn't the time for fruits
His father fell dead
Of heart disease
While lacing up his boots

It was a frosty December
When into his grave he sank
His uncle found Victor
A post at the
Midland Counties Bank

It was a frosty december
Victor was only eighteen
But his figures were neat
And his margins straight
And his cuffs were always clean