Dead Men Don't Need Season Tickets
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Telephone call
Telling me
My old friend Graham had died
I took a ride
Down to where I
Could be of assistance
I said to his wife
Don’t give in
To grieving cliche and turn
His side of the room
Into a shrine
It just doesn’t work
My arm round her shoulder
Gently I told her
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Now that he’s gone
You’re gonna need
A helping hand with the lawn
Various chores
Not least of all
Those funeral arrangements
If I were you
I’d get myself
Away from all that relates
Week in the lakes
Reasonable rates
Early September
Now I’m no hotelier
Just thought I’d tell yer
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Maybe I’m forward
Maybe I’m morbid
Dead men don’t need season tickets
Dead men don’t need season tickets
In a mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
In the mortuary
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