Letras
They're removing Grandpa's grave to build a sewer
They're removing it regardless of expense
They're a-shifting his remains
To lay down sewage drains
To satisfy the local residents
Now what's the use of living like an angel (like an angel)
If when you die your troubles never cease (never cease)
'Cause some society gink
Wants a pipeline for a sink
They won't let dear old Grandpa rest in peace (rest in peace)
Oh, mate, don't excavate
Don't desecrate poor Grandpa Dargah
Oh, Fred, although he's dead
He needs a place to rest his head
Now Grandpa in his life was not a quitter
And even in his grave he'll never quit
He'll dress up in his sheets
And he'll haunt their country seats
And only let 'em arch when he thinks fit
Now won't there be some blinking consternation (consternation)
And won't them rotten stinkers curse and rave (curse and rave)
They'll get what they deserve
'Cause they had the blinking nerve
To muck about with poor old Grandpa's grave
Oh, oh, oh, oh, mate, don't excavate
Don't desecrate poor Grandpa's Dargah
Oh, Jim, do pack it in
Please let him rest in peace
We're removing Grandpa's grave to build a sewer
We're removing it regardless of expense
We're shifting his remains
To put in some sewage drains
To satisfy the local residents
Now there possibly may be some consternation
You see, it's the greenbelt that we've had to save
We shall get what we deserve
Because we've had the force and verve
To excavate that wretched fellow's grave
Oh, mate, don't excavate
Don't desecrate poor Grandpa
Oh, Fred, although he's dead
Let him ruminate in peace