He never used French letters

But he looked up to Joan of Arc

Said he knew Eddie Vedder and that tasted like a monkfish tart

And he always endeavoured to the libraries and works of art

(HO!HO!

HOO!)

When all's said and done

It's good to be home

When all's said and done

It's good to be gone

Grinning like a Frank Bough sweater!

But Frank, he had the coke in his heart

He wasn't that good looking

But he hedged his bets, and that's a start

Always thought he knew better

But he realized it was all arse clarts!

(HO!HO!

HOO!)

When all's said and done

It's good to be home

When all's said and done

It's good to be gone