Dorothy is walking with the Lord,
Because she’s always stood upon his word,
She’s in his heaven standing tall,
And hasn’t got bad feet at all.

There is no ulcer, no angina,
Thrombosis gone, she’s in the angels diner,
Meeting up with folk long gone,
Who knows she could be talking to my John.

The lies she told was real bad news,
We don’t know why she did it and yet I know,
In my own way I kind of loved her so,
And so it seems a shame that Dorothy had to go.

She cannot lie in heaven for God won’t take all that,
Wagging tongues he doesn’t like who talks of this and that,
So if she wants to stay there it means she must behave,
Her points will be counted to keep her from the grave.

The funeral’s in the chapel at Eastbrook Cemetary,
All the relations will be there, some Anne has never seen,
We know there’ll be lots of tears cause that was Anne’s dear mum,
No matter what they’re like, to you there isn’t any other.

So be content dear Dorothy with all the angels there,
They say there is a mansion but you may have to share,
Perhaps with someone you don’t like but you don’t have a choice,
So make the most of it each day and silently rejoice.