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david bowie - please mr. gravedigger (mono) lyrics

[verse]
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
till 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 f-gs 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
ah-choo!
standing in the same spot by a certain grave
mary-ann was only 10 and full of life and oh so g-y
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
“lifted our girl, she apparently doesn’t know of it
h-llo misses, thought she’d be a little girl
bl–dy obscene, (crikey) catch pneumonia or something in this rain…”

- david bowie lyrics

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