They're moving father's grave to build a sewer
They're moving it regardless of expense
They're moving 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 to his
Tank
And moves you from your place of rest and 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
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