As I awoke one Sunday morn, just about the break of dawn,
I got up and got out of bed, with a terrible urge to paint the shed,
I would paint it with green creosote, so I put on my old overcoat,
Climbed the ladder, then tripped and fell,
And thats how my jacket got Greensleeves...

(We used to sing this as children in Birmingham, England, in the '50's - for all I know they still do.)