The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolley Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Draw a window on his skin This old man, he was next-blindfolded to face the volley Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Love will come of all our sins Painted on my tail fin now Vera Lynn This old man preserved-in his mind he lay with Molly Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Septicemia always wins Cleanse us with your healing grin now Vera Lynn Coma high, coma low Blood is precious, yes or no? I believe in surgery-and that's a fact I believe in making it easy I believe in surgery, but I never act I believe in making it easy Easy... This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorry Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn Down I spiral, down I spin Forces sweetheart, I'm your twin now Vera Lynn Yip -------------------------------------------------------------
