Tending The Wrong Grave For 23 Years Half Man Half Biscuit
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A mistake has been made
It's a fact they can't hide
Though I'm partly to blame, it cannot be denied
There ain't no use defending
It seems I've been tending
The wrong grave for 23 years
A letter dropped onto my doormat one day
And I thought: "I'll ignore that, it might go away"
And I took up my shears
To the place where for years
I presumed my sweet darling had lain
Curse those in charge of plots
Curse these forget-me-nots
I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McGray
I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away
Let's complain…
On my long weary journey back home I took the less frequented path and ended up in the Meadow of Consolation. It was a magical place – I half expected a nymph to appear, shyly from out of the brake. Some not unexpected sheep from the brushwood; and me dressed as a dandy in practice for the Summer Eights …even the glebe cow started to drool …but then, almost inevitably, Claire Rayner appeared
I'm numb from the sting
That I've been tending
The wrong grave for 23 years
I walked up in autumn, I ran up in spring
To the wrong grave for 23 years
Oh ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
Now ain't that a thing
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
It's a fact they can't hide
Though I'm partly to blame, it cannot be denied
There ain't no use defending
It seems I've been tending
The wrong grave for 23 years
A letter dropped onto my doormat one day
And I thought: "I'll ignore that, it might go away"
And I took up my shears
To the place where for years
I presumed my sweet darling had lain
Curse those in charge of plots
Curse these forget-me-nots
I've been sharing my innermost thoughts with an Edward McGray
I'm inconsolable and at times uncontrollable
Ah but she wouldn't know 'cos she's two hundred metres away
Let's complain…
On my long weary journey back home I took the less frequented path and ended up in the Meadow of Consolation. It was a magical place – I half expected a nymph to appear, shyly from out of the brake. Some not unexpected sheep from the brushwood; and me dressed as a dandy in practice for the Summer Eights …even the glebe cow started to drool …but then, almost inevitably, Claire Rayner appeared
I'm numb from the sting
That I've been tending
The wrong grave for 23 years
I walked up in autumn, I ran up in spring
To the wrong grave for 23 years
Oh ding-a-ling-a-ling-a-ling
Now ain't that a thing
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
The wrong grave for 23 years
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