If You Can’t See My Mirrors

If you can't see my mirrors

I see you coming around, yeah

You're coming around

If you can't see my mirrors

I see you coming around, yeah

You're coming around

Pissed-up

Sunday morning

We'll miss you in the show

Pissed-up

Sunday morning

We'll miss you when you go

Go gently through the floor

A dismal and meaningless sigh

Pissed-up

Sunday morning

We'll miss you when you go

Pissed-up

Sunday morning

I'd kiss you, but you know

It'd be gently through the door

A dismal and meaningless sigh

Home from your eleventh tour

Honorable discharge aboard the

HMS Pinafore

Oh what fun, oh what more, ah

If you can't see my mirrors

If you can't see my mirrors

If you can't see my mirrors

If you can't see my mirrors