| Song | Carry On Up The Vicarage |
| Artist | Steve Hackett |
| Album | Please Don't Touch |
| 作词 : Hackett | |
| Body was found at the vicarage quarter past nine. | |
| People die from sudden strokes all the time. | |
| Verdict of misadventure mending the roof. | |
| The doctors niece, whilst tending the rosehedge. | |
| Stung to death by a swarm of bees. | |
| "My wife's cooking is out of this world take a bite". | |
| Died from some rare tropical disease in the night. | |
| Dab hand at pharmaceuticals, still no one guessed. | |
| The village vet was drowned in the pigswill | |
| You wonder whose turn will be next | |
| "In the world of sinners all are condemned | |
| my son this gun's loaded" | |
| A missing floorboard then screaming from the belfry he fell. |
| zuò cí : Hackett | |
| Body was found at the vicarage quarter past nine. | |
| People die from sudden strokes all the time. | |
| Verdict of misadventure mending the roof. | |
| The doctors niece, whilst tending the rosehedge. | |
| Stung to death by a swarm of bees. | |
| " My wife' s cooking is out of this world take a bite". | |
| Died from some rare tropical disease in the night. | |
| Dab hand at pharmaceuticals, still no one guessed. | |
| The village vet was drowned in the pigswill | |
| You wonder whose turn will be next | |
| " In the world of sinners all are condemned | |
| my son this gun' s loaded" | |
| A missing floorboard then screaming from the belfry he fell. |