If you come around to mourn for Grandad
Don't dress up in black cause
Although me Grandad's dead and buried odds on he'll be back yes
Although they stuffed him in a coffin and read out the will and
Although he's six foot deep in darkness he'll never lie still
He's made of sterner stuff he's not dead enough
Angels saints and seraphim
Please please will you try to keep an eye
On him
On his ninetieth birthday Grandad went down for a drink now
Me Grandad is a rabid dipso with a throat like a sink he
Drank himself toward the skyline and his friends to the floor just
To prove how fit he was for boozing for ninety years more
Your pearly gates he'll climb when it's opening time
Angels saints and seraphim
You'll you'll find it hard to keep a guard
On him
They brought him home upon a handcart with his legs in the air he
Was singing Rule Britannia backwards in his underwear he
Challenged all the county police force to a fight right away then
He offered to put the Ladies' Union in the family way
Your crystal domes will shake when he makes his break
Angels saints and seraphim
Please please don't expect that much respect
From him
The doctor lifted up an eyelid and pronounced him gone but
To judge from Grandad's finger signals the doctor was wrong they
Dressed him in his Sunday night shirt they combed out his hair but
They couldn't get my Grandad's boots off he'd need them up there
Your silken wings he'll shed He will paint Paradise red
Angels saints and seraphim
He'll give you the slip so get a grip
On him
Even at the solemn moment he wouldn't behave for
I heard him whistling in his coffin on his way to the grave he
Took off toward the New Jerusalem with his pinch of salt I
Distinctly heard him flatulating in his marble vault
Your candles will be dimmed when he gets the wind
Angels saints and seraphim
Although he's old although he's cold
Keep a tight hold on him