The doctor says  he’ll see you in   your grave.
Will he bring binoculars and stare
God,help us all,I hope that no-one waves

They’ll say just what they want,  and how suave
He and the new trainee are a  pair
The doctor says  he’ll see you in   your grave.

Did he mean in ,to, I’m quasi dazed
I think his treatment of  my lip unfair
God,help us all,I hope that  that ghosts won’t wave

Well we’ll have to  do whatever will erase
The memories of Britain  when she dared
The doctor says  he’ll see you in   your grave.

I’ll go to  visit Plato in a  cave 
The people here will find out  how they’ll fare
God,help us all,I hope that  that ghosts don’t wave

In England it is very rude to stir
The poison of our words  till hate is bared
The doctor says  he’ll see you in   your grave.
God,help us all,I hope that he won’t wave

I listened to  no Carols on TV
The radio was wireless I believe
I  ate no Christmas Pudding but drank tea

I’d love to walk on shingle by the sea
Then eat a meal while deep in reverie
I listened to  no Carols on TV

I love only people who love me
Wherever have such notions been conceived ?
I  ate no Christmas Pudding but drank tea

I’d like a man of war to conquer me
We’d  go to bed where  love can be believed
I listened to  no Carols on TV

I must confess I have a Xmas tree
I want my husband’s ghost to relieve me
I  ate no Christmas Pudding but drank tea

I cannot be unfaithful to  green leaves
However much sweet flowers have achieved
I listened to  no Carols on TV
I  ate no Christmas Pudding, God bless thee