Starshine Singers - Poor Old Man 1 Lyrics

We must find a way to hide
The body.
Poor old man, he's had his chips!
Won't be good enough to say we're sorry
Swinging from the hangman's jib!

Take him to the doctor,
Just pretend he's ill!
Pay him for his service,
Settle up the bill!
Take him to the doctor

When it's dark as night.
Leave him on a stairway,
Somewhere out of sight!

They must find a way to hide the body,
Poor old man, he's had his chips!
Won't be good enough to say we're sorry
Swinging from the hangman's jib!

Take him to the neighbour,-
To the sultan's man!

He'll think he's a robber,
What a cunning plan!

Take him to the neighbour
So he seems a thief!
Run away and leave him -
Who needs all the grief?

They must find a way to hide the body,
Poor old man, he's had his chips!
Won't be good enough to say we're sorry
Swinging from the hangman's jib!

Take him to the market,
Leave him in the street!
Prop him in a doorway,
Make a quick retreat!
Take him to the market,
Lose him in the town!
Make a hasty exit,
Mingle with the crowd!