SaturdayII September

Not being morbid or anyting,
But if I die tomorrow,

Remember to contact everyone in my phone;
I don't want them to think I'm ignoring them.

Remember to pay the newsagent £2 for the paper I brought on Sunday;
I don't want him to think I would breach the trust.

Make sure you ring work;
They'll think I have gone AWOL.

Cancel my subscription to Sky and stop record.

Tell my landlord, he'll expect a cheque.

Take what you want, the rest give to charity.

You've already had the best of me;
But if there's a good organ take it.
The rest can be burnt.
It means nothing to me.

Then sit back with a gin and some nuts,
Don't cry,
there's no point: