Текст песни Old Codger

What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am Communion's got a lot of grace It's got style and bread and wine But they're not mine! You know what I like! What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am I may be long in tooth and jaw But I've got a lot of nerve When it comes to an angel boy Pray for me! What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am What an old codger I am When the choir is singing in the aisles And the Moon tomes up over the steeple I might just turn into a bol-weevil And creep up on you with my beef-jerky! Hey baby! We're gonna shave 'em dry You know what shave 'em dry is? You'll learn! Mmmm, that's good, that's good! That's very good! Just close your eyes baby and think of England! Well why not? I always keep my socks on!