HE'S DEAD, BUT HE WON'T LIE DOWN

Gracie Fields (with Ray Noble's Orch) - 1932

My Sister's young man is a hundred and three
Yes, a hundred and three is he
And he's real cold storage meat
From his head right to his feet
He's dead, but he won't lie down

Now, she's his Juliet and he's her Romeo
Though his real name is Septimus Brown
From his soul romance has fled
Still she likes his old bald head
He's dead, but he won't lie down

He won't lie down
He's dead, but he won't lie down

At a movie show once, full of passion and love
He said, "Be Mrs. Septimus Brown", huh-huh
And although he'd got the cramps
He said, "Vamp me, Darling, vamp", hee-hee-hee-hee
He's dead, but he won't lie down

Now, Septimus Brown has a large family
It's the biggest one for miles around
He's had children by the score
But he thinks he'd like some more
He's dead, but he won't lie down

He won't lie down
He's dead, but he won't lie down

Now, late last night in the old cemet'ry
With all the pretty tombstones 'round
Sister said, "Oh, do behave, a-hah-hah"
Then they both fell in a grave
He's dead, but he won't lie down

He won't lie down
He's dead, but he won't lie down

I think he's lying down now
I think they're both lying down, huh-huh