David Bowie - Please Mr. Gravedigger pe Lyrkit

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Please Mr. Gravedigger

Please Mr. Gravedigger

(album: David Bowie - 1967)

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

Achoo, 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
Achoo!
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 my friend
And this one here's for you

Flipping hard graft, he's paying me – that's what to worry about
Hello, what's this? Thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene, (crikey) catch pneumonia or something in this rain
Stupid little cow, ay?

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