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    Please Mr. Gravedigger

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    Please Mr. Gravedigger
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      About "Please Mr. Gravedigger"

      Lyrics for David Bowie - "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
      Til 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
      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"

      SONGWRITERS:
      DAVID BOWIE
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