They're Moving Father's Grave to Build a Sewer

They're moving father's grave to build a sewer
They're moving him regardless of expense
They've dug up his remains to lay down nine-inch drains
To irrigate some posh bloke's residence.
Now, what's the use of having a religion
If when you're dead, your troubles never cease
'Cause some society chap wants a pipeline to his... john
And moves you from your place of rest and peace
Now, in his lifetime, father never was a quitter
And I'm sure that he won't be a quitter now
And in his winding sheet, he will haunt that privy seat
And only let them go when he'll allow
Now won't there be some bloomin' consternation
And won't those city toffs begin to rave
But it's no more than they deserve, for havin' the bleedin' nerve
To muck about with a British workman's grave