Please Mr. Gravedigger Lyrics - David Bowie

1 There's a little churchyard just along the way

2 It used to be Lambeth's finest array

3 Of tombstones, epitaphs, wreaths, flowers all that jazz

4 Til the war came along and someone dropped a bomb on the lot

5 And in this little yard, there's a little old man

6 With a little shovel in his little bitty hand

7 He seems to spend all his days puffing fags and digging graves

8 He hates the reverend vicar and he lives all alone in his home

9 "Ah-choo, excuse me"

10 Please Mr. Gravedigger, don't feel ashamed

11 As you dig little holes for the dead and the maimed

12 Please Mr. Gravedigger, I couldn't care

13 If you found a golden locket full of some girl's hair

14 And you put it in your pocket

15 "God, it's pouring down"

16 Her mother doesn't know about your sentimental joy

17 She thinks it's down below with the rest of her toys

18 And Ma wouldn't understand, so I won't tell

19 So keep your golden locket all safely hid away in your pocket

20 Yes, Mr. GD, you see me every day

21 Standing in the same spot by a certain grave

22 Mary-Ann was only 10, full of life and oh so gay

23 And I was the wicked man who took her life away

24 Very selfish, Oh God

25 No, Mr. GD, you won't tell

26 And just to make sure that you keep it to yourself

27 I've started digging holes my friend

28 And this one here's for you

29 "Lifted our girl, she apparently doesn't know of it

30 Hello misses, thought she'd be a little girl

31 Bloody obscene, catch pneumonia or something in this rain"