Isn't It Grand
Traditional
Look at the coffin with golden handles.
Chorus (after each first line):
Isn't it grand, boys, to be bloody-well dead?
Let's not have a sniffle, let's have a bloody-good cry
And always remember: The longer you live,
The sooner you'll bloody-well die.
Look at the flowers, all bloody withered.
Look at the preacher, bloody {nice fellow, sanctimonious}.
Look at the mourners, bloody great hypocrites.
Look at the widow, bloody fine female.