Good Boy Jacob

She squeezed his hand until the flesh melts into one Beams upon her podgy only son Jacob always does as his mother says He insists on eating Eccles cake While waiting for egg and chips Mother scolds, purses lips, glances nervously Please don't leave me I'd die if you went away tomorrow I feel you're a part of me He's not a lad for roaming with a gang Or baiting girls with troubled eyes Jacob only wants to eat And mother will provide Please don't leave me I'd die if you went away tomorrow I feel you're a part of me The cafe's closing Please don't leave me That millionnaire shortbread looks so fine I'd die if you went away tomorrow I'll eat it as quickly as I can I feel you're a part of me Good Boy Jacob Good Boy Jacob Don't ever leave