What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
Communions got a lot of grace
Its got style and bread and wine
But theyre not mine!
You know what I like!
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
I may be long in tooth and jaw
But Ive got a lot of nerve
When it comes to an angel boy
Pray for me!
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
What an old codger I am
When the choir is singing in the aisles
And the moon tomes up over the steeple
I might just turn into a bol-weevil
And creep up on you with my beef-jerky!
Hey baby!
Were gonna shave em dry
You know what shave em dry is?
Youll learn!
Mmmm, thats good, thats good!
Thats very good!
Just close your eyes baby and think of England!
Well why not?
I always keep my socks on!