They’re Moving Fathers Grave
They're moving father's grave to build a sewer.
They're moving it regardless of expense.
They've dug up his remains
to lay down nine-inch drains.
To irrigate some rich bloke's residence…
Now what's the use of having a religion?
If when you're dead you cannot get some peace
'Cause some society chap
wants a pipeline for his privy, and moves
you from your place of rest and peace...
Rest in Peace!
Now father in his life was not a quitter.
And I'm sure that he'll not be a quitter now.
And in his winding sheet,
he will haunt that privy seat,
and only let them go when he'll allow….
When He’ll Allow!
Now won't there be some bleedin' consternation.
And won't those city toffs begin to rave!
But it's no more than they deserve,
'cause they had the bleedin' nerve,
to muck about a British workman's grave.
To rest in peace is a work man's right.
Not to be disturbed by some
bloody sewer pipe.
A human being can never die, his soul
lives on and on, not like a pipe
for running water.
They may dig up the grave
where me old man lies,
but they'll never dig up mine.