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



Communion's got a lot of grace 

It's got style and bread and wine 

But they're 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 I've 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!

We're gonna shave 'em dry

You know what shave 'em dry is?

You'll learn!

Mmmm, that's good, that's good!

That's very good!

Just close your eyes baby and think of England!

Well why not?

I always keep my socks on!