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Yeah, yeah)
Ernie’s mum lives in West Murnbull (?)
But Ernie lives with his dad
Ernie’s dad is dead
(Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah)
And buried
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ernie’s job is cutting grass at the cemetery
But the vicar won’t let him wear his leather jacket
And Ernie’s bird gets very tired of sitting in the grass bin
All the way to Brighton
And Ernie’s unhappy in life
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
So was his dad
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
Now Ernie and the vicar got on very well, until a day Ernie mowed up his brussel tops
They weren’t valuable, in fact it seems to be brussel bottoms would have had more meat in ‘em
He got the sack
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
He brought himself a mac
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
Ernie’s heard of a great place to wear his mac
Grimsby fish market
So he’s moving
Ernie can move
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
He learnt it from his Dad
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
(Yeah, yeah yeah)
The Vicar misses Ernie
Ernie misses the vicar
You might say, they both miss each other
It was a strange affair!
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