I was brought up and lived
in the dead centre of town,
Not where the shops were
No, by the cemetery, oh my,
Over the wall,
the coffins were laid,
And over the wall sometimes we played!

We'd visit the grave of George Formby,
A very famous man with his ukulele,
And chased around the graveyard just having fun,
Then climb back over the wall,
Before we got caught,
By my dad and my  mam!