Our Aunt Anna's parssed away
We'd 'er funeral 'ere today,
And it was a posh affair.
'ad to have two plicemen there..
The 'eurse was luvverly, all plate glass
Wot a corffin! Oak and brass,
With thousands weeping, flowers galore,
But Jim, our cousin, wodder yer think 'e wore?
Brahn Boots - I arsk yer - Brahn Boots,
Fancy coming to a funeral in Brahn Boots!
I'll admit 'e 'ad a nice blaack tie,
Black fingernails, and a nice black eye.
But you can't see people orf when they die,
in Brahn Boots!
And aunt had bee so very good to 'im,
Done all wot any mother could for 'im.
And Jim, 'er son, to show 'is clarss
Rolls up to make it all a farce
In Brahn Boots.
I arsk yer - Brahn Boots
While all the rest wore decent black and morning suits.
I'll own 'e didn't seem so gay, in fact 'e cried best part the way,
But straight, 'e regular spoilt our day
with 's Brahn Boots.
In the grave-yard we left Jim.
None of us said much to 'im.
Yeh, we all give 'im the bird
Till by acciddent we 'eard
He'dgive 'is black boots to his pal, Jim Small,
A bloke wo'd got no boots at all.
So p'raps Aunt Anna wouldn't mind
She did like people who was good and kind,
But Brahn Boots - I arsk yer - Brahn Boots.
Fancy coming to a funeral in Brahn Boots
And we can 'ear the neighbours all remark,
Wot 'im - chief mourner - wot a bloomin' lark,
Why 'e looked more like a bookmaker's clerk
With 'is Brahn Boots.
That's why we was all so very rude to 'im
That's why we never even said "'ow-do" to 'im.
We didn't know, 'e didn't say
He'd give 'is other boots away.
Er, Brahn Boots, I arsk yer - Brahn Boots.
While all the rest wore decent black and morning suits.
But some day, up at 'eaven's gate
Poor Jim, all nerves, will stand and wait,
Till an angel whispers
"Come in mate - where's yer Brahn Boots ?"
Our Aunt Anna's parssed away
We'd 'er funeral 'ere today,
And it was a posh affair.
'ad to have two plicemen there..
The 'eurse was luvverly, all plate glass
Wot a corffin! Oak and brass,
With thousands weeping, flowers galore,
But Jim, our cousin, wodder yer think 'e wore?
Brahn Boots - I arsk yer - Brahn Boots,
Fancy coming to a funeral in Brahn Boots!
I'll admit 'e 'ad a nice blaack tie,
Black fingernails, and a nice black eye.
But you can't see people orf when they die,
in Brahn Boots!
And aunt had bee so very good to 'im,
Done all wot any mother could for 'im.
And Jim, 'er son, to show 'is clarss
Rolls up to make it all a farce
In Brahn Boots.
I arsk yer - Brahn Boots
While all the rest wore decent black and morning suits.
I'll own 'e didn't seem so gay, in fact 'e cried best part the way,
But straight, 'e regular spoilt our day
with 's Brahn Boots.
In the grave-yard we left Jim.
None of us said much to 'im.
Yeh, we all give 'im the bird
Till by acciddent we 'eard
He'dgive 'is black boots to his pal, Jim Small,
A bloke wo'd got no boots at all.
So p'raps Aunt Anna wouldn't mind
She did like people who was good and kind,
But Brahn Boots - I arsk yer - Brahn Boots.
Fancy coming to a funeral in Brahn Boots
And we can 'ear the neighbours all remark,
Wot 'im - chief mourner - wot a bloomin' lark,
Why 'e looked more like a bookmaker's clerk
With 'is Brahn Boots.
That's why we was all so very rude to 'im
That's why we never even said "'ow-do" to 'im.
We didn't know, 'e didn't say
He'd give 'is other boots away.
Er, Brahn Boots, I arsk yer - Brahn Boots.
While all the rest wore decent black and morning suits.
But some day, up at 'eaven's gate
Poor Jim, all nerves, will stand and wait,
Till an angel whispers
"Come in mate - where's yer Brahn Boots ?"
Donald Sydney, United Kingdom [ Profile ] [ Contact ]
Tuesday, August 30th, 2005 at 18:52:03 (UTC)
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