Lyrics:

To our house on a Friday
A man calls every week
We give him a pound
When he calls on his round
To our house on a Friday
A man calls every week
We give and we get
And we're always in debt

In his van he carries all we're needing
With his plan most anything is ours
He's the tallyman
Oh yeah, he's the tallyman

Shoes and socks, hard wearing for the children
Frilly frocks all in the latest style
From the tallyman
Oh yeah, from the tallyman

To our house on a Friday
One man calls every week
We've made him a friend
So he's here to the end
From cradle to grave
We're expected to save
He's here to the end
So we've made him a friend
He's here to the end
So we've made him a friend