Versatile Verse 4 please continue

I strutted along the high street, with nose in the air
I dont give a damn what you think, so there!

I merrily skipped all the way down the street

It's not really mink anyway, just faux
I bought it at a jumble for 24

I strutted along the high street, with nose in the air

It's not really mink anyway, just faux
I bought it at a jumble for 24

I strutted along the high street, with nose turned up

We seniors dont bother what other folk think
So what if I wear my blue jeans with mink!

It's not really mink anyway, just faux

My kids will disown me, but should I care ?
Just because I have habits they dont want to share

We seniors dont bother what other folk think

I will do all that I shouldn't, and be as naughty as I can be
I’ll strip down to my undies and jump in the sea

My kids will disown me, but should I care ?

I'm hanging on to the bitter end
And will take delight in driving my kids round the bend

I will do all that I shouldn't, and be as naughty as I can be

Mt time will come, as all must do
But I'm not going just yet, how about you?

I'm hanging on to the bitter end

My nails will probably be down to its last
And I will reflect on memories past

Mt time will come, as all must do

I will hang on down here for as long as I can
I’m in no hurry to see my dead Gran

My nails will probably be down to its last

I will hang on down here for as long as I can
I’m in no hurry to see my dead Gran

My nails will be down to its last

I will hang on down here for as long as I can

But please be fast
My nails are down to their last

It's pandemonium in heaven
But so much quieter here in Devon

I will hang on down here for as long as I can

Such a sobbing and crying
And the angels all start flying,

It's pandemonium in heaven

But feed them through wringers
And then trap their fingers

Such a sobbing and crying

And heavenly choirs with dumpy singers

Still need to wash clothes
But feed them through wringers

Even angels in heaven can put on weight
When the trumpet sounds they cant be late

And heavenly choirs with dumpy singers

Or maybe M&S as their cakes are quite tasty,
Not too many though, we musn't be hasty.

Even angels in heaven can put on weight

I hope I can bake a sponge cake or two
Get Morrisons to deliver before they are due

Or maybe M&S as their cakes are quite tasty

And all of my forebears there waiting for me,
Will I have to invite them all to tea?

I hope I can bake a sponge cake or two

It's lovely in heaven, no Covid I'm sure
My dearly loved grandmother I'll see once more

And all of my forebears there waiting for me

Then after my death they can open the lid
I'll be in heaven, so won't know what they did.

It's lovely in heaven, no Covid I'm sure

But I won't tell as I think it's better that way
All my family secrets I will spirit away

Then after my death they can open the lid

It could be both, plus the family silver
My friend wants to know and her curiosity may kill her

But I won't tell as I think it's better that way

No one will know what I hide in there
It could be cash, or a lock of my lover's hair.

It could be both, plus the family silver