i left my heart in a wooden case with chains and locks all around its base i m on my way to surgery i m as happy as a boy can be i left my brain in a metal sieve with cancer injected just to stop it live i know where the angels sing so play that harp and flap that wing i m going to heaven baby i left my eyes in a candy box stuffed with cotton just to stop them rock i skip along the corridor i open up the theatre door i left my blood in a plastic mug i get a funny taste when i chug a lug i know where the cherubs wait so here i am at st peter s gate i left my nose all stuck with glue tied with string up a chimney flue i curtsey to doctor and nurse i wave outside the waiting hearse and when i spoke to father s ghost he said he died by parcel post so hallelujah here i come see you at easter mum 