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'' From Laughing I Cannot Refrain ''
As hard as I've tried,
It cannot be denied,
On the day I took my last breath,
After everyone's cried,
Then comes the divide,
What did he leave after death?
What's in his will,
Is a bitter pill,
Are his gold and diamonds glistening,
Our pockets we'll fill,
We'll go in for the kill,
The vultures don't realise, I'm listening.
He was a louse,
So, I want the house,
After all, I'm his long suffering wife,
As quiet as a mouse,
They hear, I was his spouse,
That cuts them all like a knife.
I've travelled far,
I demand his car,
My right, I'm his only son,
I don't want to spar,
You may find it bizarre,
But OUR Daddy did like his fun.
Children, he had ten,
Visited many a den,
He said, life was made to enjoy,
Don't ask, where or when,
But pass me a pen,
His legacy I'm about to destroy.
After we grieve,
What did he leave,
I'm sorry but I must burst your bubble,
Though hard to believe,
He lived to deceive,
He was deep in financial trouble.
We are truly bereft,
There's nothing left,
Coming here was one major gaffe,
He was guilty of theft,
No, I call it deft,
At you lot, I'm having a laugh.
The funeral is over,
The death of the drover,
He has treated us all with disdain,
Like pigs in clover,
The bailiffs now hover,
' From Laughing, I Cannot Refrain '
It cannot be denied,
On the day I took my last breath,
After everyone's cried,
Then comes the divide,
What did he leave after death?
What's in his will,
Is a bitter pill,
Are his gold and diamonds glistening,
Our pockets we'll fill,
We'll go in for the kill,
The vultures don't realise, I'm listening.
He was a louse,
So, I want the house,
After all, I'm his long suffering wife,
As quiet as a mouse,
They hear, I was his spouse,
That cuts them all like a knife.
I've travelled far,
I demand his car,
My right, I'm his only son,
I don't want to spar,
You may find it bizarre,
But OUR Daddy did like his fun.
Children, he had ten,
Visited many a den,
He said, life was made to enjoy,
Don't ask, where or when,
But pass me a pen,
His legacy I'm about to destroy.
After we grieve,
What did he leave,
I'm sorry but I must burst your bubble,
Though hard to believe,
He lived to deceive,
He was deep in financial trouble.
We are truly bereft,
There's nothing left,
Coming here was one major gaffe,
He was guilty of theft,
No, I call it deft,
At you lot, I'm having a laugh.
The funeral is over,
The death of the drover,
He has treated us all with disdain,
Like pigs in clover,
The bailiffs now hover,
' From Laughing, I Cannot Refrain '
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`` From Laughing I Cannot Refrain ``
`` From Laughing I Cannot Refrain ``