If you can't see my mirrors I see you coming around, yeah You're coming around
If you can't see my mirrors I see you coming around, yeah You're coming around
Pissed-up Sunday morning We'll miss you in the show Pissed-up Sunday morning We'll miss you when you go Go gently through the floor A dismal and meaningless sigh
Pissed-up Sunday morning We'll miss you when you go
Pissed-up Sunday morning I'd kiss you, but you know It'd be gently through the door A dismal and meaningless sigh
Home from your eleventh tour Honorable discharge aboard the HMS Pinafore Oh what fun, oh what more
If you can't see my mirrors If you can't see my mirrors If you can't see my mirrors If you can't see my mirrors