They are shifting Daddy's bones to build a sewer

They are moving them regardless of expense.

They are shifting his remains just to lay down karzi drains

To satisfy the local residents.

Gor blimey!

Now what's the use of having a religion?
If after death your troubles never cease
'Cause some high society twit, wants a place to go and sit
they won't let the poor old geezer rest in peace peace.
Gor blimey!

In his life the Old Man never was a quitter
And I don't think he'll be a quitter now.
no he'll dress up in his sheet, and he'll haunt the karzi seat
And only let them in when he'll allow.
Gor blimey!

Now won't there be some pangs of constipation
And won't those high born bleeders shout and rave!
But they'll get what they deserve, 'cause they had the bloody' nerve
To desecrate a British workman's grave.
Gor blimey!
To desecrate a British workman's grave.