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Strikes the bell for 5 o'clock, Uncle Arthur closes shop
Screws the tops on all the bottles, turns the lights out, locks it up ...
La la la la la la, la la la la la la la
A winter's day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward...
Rubber band
There's a rubber band that plays tunes out of tune
In the library garden Sunday afternoon
While a little...
Just look through your window, look who sits outside
Little me is waiting, standing through the night
When you'll walk through...
There is a happy land where only children live
They don't have the time to learn the ways Of you sir, Mr. Grownup
There's a...
[spoken]
Here is the news
According the latest world population survey
The figures have reached danger point, my...
When I live my dream, I'll take you with me
Riding on a golden horse
We'll live within my castle, with people there to serve...
War made him a soldier
Little Frankie Mear
Peace left him a loser
The little bombardier
Lines of worry appeared...
Montains of Lhasa are feeling the rain
People are walking the Botella lanes
Preacher takes the school
One boy breaks a...
Smiling girls and rosy boys
Come and buy my little toys
Monkeys made of gingerbread
And sugar horses painted red...
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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, excuse me\"
Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
\"God, it's pouring down\"
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-Ann was only 10 and full of life and oh so gay
And I was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish, oh God
No, Mr. GD, you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
\"Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain\"
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