Isn’t It Grand, Boys? lyrics
by Marc Gunn
Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Let's not have a sniffle
Let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the preacher, bloody well sanctified (bloody sanctimonious)
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the choir boys, bloody castrati
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the mourners, bloody grеat hypocrites
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dеad?
Look at the flowers, all bloody wilted
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the tombstone, bloody great boulder
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the whiskey, in buckets and bottles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?