| 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
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| It’s got style and bread and wine
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| But they’re not mine!
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| You know what I like!
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| 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
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| I may be long in tooth and jaw
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| But I’ve got a lot of nerve
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| When it comes to an angel boy
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| Pray for me!
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| 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
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| And the moon tomes up over the steeple
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| I might just turn into a bol-weevil
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| And creep up on you with my beef-jerky!
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| Hey baby!
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| We’re gonna shave 'em dry
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| You know what shave 'em dry is?
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| You’ll learn!
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| Mmmm, that’s good, that’s good!
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| That’s very good!
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| Just close your eyes baby and think of England!
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| Well why not?
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| I always keep my socks on! |