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Words & Music: Jake Thackray Click here to download guitar tab If you come around to mourn for Grandad don't dress up in black ‚Ạ̈cos Although me Grandad's dead and buried, odds-on he'll be back, yes. Although they stuffed him in a coffin and read out the will, and Although he's six foot deep in darkness he'll never lie still. He's made of sterner stuff, he's not dead enough. Angels, saints and seraphim Please, please will you try to keep an eye On him. On his ninetieth birthday, Grandad went down for a drink. Now Me Grandad is a rabid dipso with a throat like a sink. He Drank himself toward the skyline and his friends to the floor just To prove how fit he was for boozing for ninety years more. Your pearly gates he'll climb when it's opening time. Angels, saints and seraphim You'll, you'll find it hard to keep a guard On him. They brought him home upon a handcart with his legs in the air. He Was singing Rule Britannia backwards in his underwear. He Challenged all the county police force to a fight right away, then He offered to put the Ladies' Union in the family way. Your crystal domes will shake when he makes his break Angels, saints and seraphim He'll give you the slip, so get a grip On him. The doctor lifted up an eyelid and pronounced him gone. But To judge from Grandad's finger signals the doctor was wrong. They Dressed him in his Sunday night-shirt, they combed out his hair, but They couldn't get my Grandad's boots off, he'd need them up there. Your silken wings he'll shed. He will paint Paradise red. Angels, saints and seraphim Please don't expect that much respect From him. Even at the solemn moment he wouldn't behave, for I heard him whistling in his coffin on his way to the grave. He Took off toward the New Jerusalem with his pinch of salt. I Distinctly heard him flatulating in his marble vault. Your candles will be dimmed when he gets the wind. Angels, saints and seraphim Although he's old, although he's cold, Keep a tight hold On him. Click here to download guitar tab |