please mr. gravedigger

there's a little churchyard just along the way

it used to be lambeth's finest array

of tombstones

epitaphs

wreaths

flowers all that jazz

til the war come along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot

and in this little yard

there's a little old man

with a little shovel in his little bitty hand

he seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves

he hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

ah-choo