When bonny Clive was twenty three He took a dive from the balcony Embarrassing his blushing bride Who took her red face for a ride To Blackpool and the pouring rain She went out on the evening train And came in with the morning tide As another seaside suicide It was summertime when Sally Clarke Suffered from a broken heart That left her down and out of touch The patron saint of nothing much No charity, no faith, no hope She'd seen it on her favourite soap Take fifty thousand million pills And don't forget to pay the bills Well I remember Micky Doyle He shuffled off this mortal coil With no message for "that special girl" Just thank you and goodbye cruel world Then for the sake of Auld Lang Syne He put his head on the railway line Looked up at the morning sun And waited for the train to come The TV repossessed and so I tune in to the radio Where the DJ's playing the same old songs To whistle while you're signing on Give me the beat boy and free my soul Fill my pockets up with gold I'll leave a message on the fridge And drive my car off London Bridge But London Bridge is falling down There ain't no gold in Silver town So I'm canceling my driving test And walking back to happiness Whoop bye oh yeah yeah! Everytime a churchbell rings Another angel gets its wings