| I left my heart in a wooden case
|
| With chains and locks all around its base
|
| I’m on my way to surgery
|
| I’m as happy as a boy can be
|
| Can be
|
| I left my brain in a metal sieve
|
| With cancer injected, just to stop it live
|
| I know where the angels sing
|
| So play that harp and flap that wing
|
| I’m going to heaven, baby ]
|
| I’m going to heaven, baby ]
|
| I’m going to heaven, baby ] (Chorus)
|
| I left my eyes in a candy box
|
| Stuffed with cotton, just to stop them rock
|
| I skip along the corridor
|
| I open up the theatre door
|
| Hello!
|
| I left my blood in a plastic mug
|
| I get a funny taste when I chug-a-lug
|
| I know where the cherubs wait
|
| So here I am at St Peter’s Gate
|
| I left my nose, all stuck with glue
|
| Tied with string, up a chimney flue
|
| I curtsey to doctor and nurse
|
| I wave outside to the waiting hearse
|
| Cooee!
|
| And when I spoke to father’s ghost
|
| He said he died by parcel post
|
| So, hallelujah, here I come
|
| See you at Easter, mum |