Lyrics Old Codger - The Stranglers
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!
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