Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Chorus:
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live, the sooner 
you'll bloody well die
Look at the flowers, all bloody withered
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the preacher, bloody nice fellow (bloody 
sanctimonious)
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the mourners, bllody great hippocrites
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?
Look at the widow, bloody great female
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead?