Artist：david bowie
Songs Title：please mr gravedigger
There's a little churchyard just along the way
It used to be lambeth's finest array
Of tombstones epitaphs wreaths flowers all that jazz
Till the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot
And in this little yard there's a little old man
With a little shovel in his little bitty hand
He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves
He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home
Ah-choo excuse me
Please mr gravedigger don't feel ashamed
As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed
Please mr gravedigger i couldn't care
If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair
And you put it in your pocket
God it's pouring down
Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy
She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys
And ma wouldn't understand so i won't tell
So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket
Yes mr gd you see me every day st ah choo
Standing in the same spot by a certain grave
Mary-ann was only 10 full of life and oh so gay
And i was the wicked man who took her life away
Very selfish oh god
No mr gd you won't tell
And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself
I've started digging holes myself
And this one here's for you
Lifted our girl she apparently doesn't know of it
Hello misses thought she'd be a little girl
Bloody obscene catch pneumonia or something in this rain