My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.