The Body in the Bag
	PD. Charles O'Hegarty.
		notes: A morbid little English ditty that gives us an opportunity to pull up some of our cat jokes between songs.
			The Body in the Bag D              G          D Our old cat died last night                                 A The wife said: bury it out of sight      D                                          G            D We don’t have a yard ‘cause we’re livin’ in a flat                                           A So what was I to do with the body of the cat           D                      G      D Then a big brown paper bag I spied                                A I stuffed our dear old cat inside        D                         G              D And off I went with the body in the bag       G              D       A   D The body in the bag ta-ra-ra I went into the pub to have a whiskey, neat I laid my little package underneath the seat I hadn’t gotten scarcely half way up the town When a voice comes up behind me sayin’: Your parcel, Mr. Brown I had to stop and give the ruddy fool a half a crown For bringin’ me the body in the bag, so... I threw it in the river, but the hero from some play Jumps right in to save it cryin’: hip hip hip, hooray Says he to me: I don’t do this as a rule And now I find I’m rather wet and also rather cool I had to take me trousers off and give ‘em to the fool For savin’ me the body in the bag, so... I crept up some stairs as quiet as any mouse I gently laid me burden on the doorstep of an ‘ouse Just then the door flies open and a lady dressed in blue Says: Pardon me monsieur, but do you parlevous? I said: good gracious no, lady, I got better things to do And I skedaddled with the body in the bag, and... I headed for ‘ome, me feet began to drag When I thought I felt a movement from inside the bag I looked inside and I heard a plaintive meoooow You needn’t bother, Tabby says, it’s all right now And there were seven little bodies in the bag, so