Our Aunt Hanna`s passed away
We `ad her funeral today
And it was a posh affair
Had to have two p`licemen there
The `earse was luv`ly all plate glass
And wot a corfin oak and brass
We`d fah-sands weepin` flahers galore
But Jim our cousin what d`yer fink `e wore
Why brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
Fancy coming to a funeral
In brahn boots
I will admit `e `ad a nice black tie
Black fingernails and a nice black eye
But yer can`t see people orf when they die
In brahn boots
And Aunt `ad been so very good to `im
Done all that any muvver could for `im
And Jim her son to show his clars
Rolls up to make it all a farce
In brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits
I`ll own he didn`t seem so gay
In fact he cried most part the way
But straight he reg`lar spoilt our day
Wiv `is brahn boots
In the graveyard we left Jim
None of us said much to him
Yus we all gave `im the bird
Then by accident we `eard
`E`d given `is black boots to Jim Small
A bloke wot `ad no boots at all
So p`raps Aunt Hanna doesn`t mind
She did like people who was good and kind
But brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
Fancy coming to a funeral
In brahn boots
And we could `ear the neighbours all remark
What `im chief mourner Wot a blooming lark
Why `e looks more like a Bookmaker`s clerk
In brahn boots
That`s why we `ad to be so rude to `im
That`s why we never said Ow do to `im
We didn`t know he didn`t say
He`d give `is other boots away
But brahn boots
I ask yer brahn boots
While all the rest
Wore decent black and mourning suits
But some day up at Heavens gate
Poor Jim all nerves will stand and wait
`til an angel whispers Come in Mate
Where`s yer brahn boots