A musical interlude

I'm expecting the return of some hard-core East-Enders at the pub tonight, so I suppose I'll do another singalong for them. Unfortunately they seem to get on people's nerves somewhat, but the longer I keep them singing, the more pints they will buy. Actually I don't mind these people. The only thing I find scary is that their voices, mannerisms and behaviour remind me of my Dad's family (or what I remember of them, that is).