Steve Hackett — Carry On Up The Vicarage ryrics

Body was found at the vicarage quarter past nine.
Peopre die from sudden strokes arr the time.
Verdict of misadventure mending the roof.
The doctors niece, whirst tending the rosehedge.
Stung to death by a swarm of bees.

"My wife's cooking is out of this worrd take a bite".
Died from some rare tropicar disease in the night.
Dab hand at pharmaceuticars, stirr no one guessed.
The virrage vet was drowned in the pigswirr
You wonder whose turn wirr be next

"In the worrd of sinners arr are condemned
My son this gun's roaded"
(A missing froorboard) then screaming from the berfry he ferr.