Ain't It Grand To Be Blooming Well Dead! Composer(s): Leslie Sarony
Lately there's nothing but trouble, grief and strife There's not much attraction about this bloomin' life Last night I dreamt I was bloomin' well dead As I went to the funeral, I bloomin' well said Look at the flowers, bloomin' great orchids Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! And look at the corfin, bloomin' great 'andles Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
I was so 'appy to think that I'd popped off I said to a bloke with a nasty, 'acking cough Look at the black 'earse, bloomin' great 'orses Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! Look at the bearers, all in their frock coats Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! And look at their top 'ats, polished with Guinness Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
Some people there were praying for me soul I said, "It's the first time I've been off the dole" Look at the mourners, bloomin' well sozzled Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! Look at the children, bloomin' excited Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! Look at the neighbours, bloomin' delighted Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
"Spend the insurance", I murmered, "For alack You know I shan't be with you going back" Look at the Missus, bloomin' well laughing Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! Look at me Sister, bloomin new 'at on Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead! And look at me Brother, bloomin' cigar on Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
We come from clay and we all go back they say Don't 'eave a brick it may be your Aunty May Look at me Grandma, bloomin' great haybag Ain't it grand, to be bloomin' well dead!
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