Cemetry Gates

[Chorus] A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day So I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side While Wilde is on mine [Verse 1] So we go inside and we gravely read the stones All those people, all those lives Where are they now? With-a loves and hates and passions just like mine They were born, and then they lived And then they died Seems so unfair, I want to cry [Verse 2] You say, "'Ere thrice the sun done salutation to the dawn" And you claim these words as your own But I've read well and I've heard them said A hundred times, maybe less, maybe more [Verse 3] If you must write prose and poems The words you use should be your own Don't plagiarise or take on loan 'Cause there's always someone, somewhere With a big nose, who knows And who trips you up and laughs when you fall Who'll trip you up and laugh when you fall [Verse 4] You say, "'Ere long done do does did" Words which could only be your own And then produce the text from whence was ripped Some dizzy whore, 1804 [Chorus] A dreaded sunny day, so let's go where we're happy And I meet you at the cemetery gates Oh, Keats and Yeats are on your side A dreaded sunny day, so let's go where we're wanted And I meet you at the cemetery gates Keats and Yeats are on your side, but you lose 'Cause whale blubber Wilde is on m-mine (Sugar)