My Grandma seemed such a funny sort of woman,
always something baking in the back of her oven.
Piece of neck end or bread and butter pudding,
her husband Bobby dropped down dead all of a sudden.
She went to the opticians and her eyes got fixed,
Then on to the chiropodist to get her toes unpicked.
Down to the Doctor’s “What did you say?”
He straight away gave her a brand new hearing aid.
He said “Take some advice about that nasty coffin.
Undertaker down the way will do you up for nothing’ “
Doc said when he saw her on the very day she died,
“Never saw a fitter corpse in the whole of my life.”