In his tomb I saw the Well-known Soldier
Sweating tiny drops of blood
Yes I guess he didn´t like this last home
That was burning in the sun
So he just walked out there to rest
While asking me for a drink
Things go better with big-big smashing Coke

I´ll sing your song
Stopping fighting for a while
I´ll sing your song
But I can´t resist a smile

Yesterday I freed a prosecuter
Who was growing weed at home
Mrs. Joan O´Leary killed herself mmh
´Cause she couldn´t stand a vice
Deep and strong leaving her no choice
She´d stolen hard to believe
“Cream-Line” Toffee at Mr. Gardner´s shop