I’m going to give you medication now
To keep the sugar in your blood quite low
He fell, the War Memorial was, his doom
Broke his nose, not coming home
His eye bled and his brain
His cheekbone did complain
Oh, he’s never,never, coming home àgain.
In the ambulance they screamed
Whilst his blood congealed
He’s never never coming home àgain
They asked him could he count
Dying,I lament
God don’t mind dementia in the Saints
How my heart sings 