Post Mortem (Original London Cast Recording)

A service was held

The next Sunday at nine

On a mild yet overcast day

Three neighbors were there

Plus a cousin from ten miles away

And with her father taking the urn in his hand

And a glass of wine all to herself

Oh, oh, o-o-o-oh

Mama was interred on the shelf

Salut Papa, what’s that?

A mausoleum for your Maman’s ashes

A gnome?

Maman hated it, so I will always think of her when I see it

Oh oh oh oooh

Eleven years later and all that she knew

Was that times for dreamers were hard

With papa growing distant

And a garden gnome keeping guard

And so she packed up her baggage

And all of her bags

And some cash she had saved in a drawer

And oh oh oh oh oh oh

She carried it straight out the door

Oh oh oh oh o-oh

Au revoir, Papa!

Oh oh oh oh o-oh

Oh oh oh oh o-oh

Oh oh oh oh o-oho-oh

Everyone is falling as the fly comes into view

And everyone’s connected

Though they may not know it’s true

They form a trail of breadcrumbs

But what are they leading to?