The old man, he was flesh-they wheeled him in upon a trolley  Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn  Draw a window on his skin  This old man, he was next-blindfolded to face the volley  Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn  Love will come of all our sins  Painted on my tail fin now Vera Lynn  This old man preserved-in his mind he lay with Molly  Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn  Septicemia always wins  Cleanse us with your healing grin now  Vera Lynn  Coma high, coma low  Blood is precious, yes or no?  I believe in surgery-and that's a fact  I believe in making it easy  I believe in surgery, but I never act  I believe in making it easy  Easy...  This old man, he was gone-he was gone and I was sorry  Vera Lynn, Vera Lynn  Down I spiral, down I spin  Forces sweetheart, I'm your twin now  Vera Lynn  Yip  -------------------------------------------------------------