Thanks to adam.west@franklin.ac.uk for correcting these lyrics.
    Saint Francis came to my town
  And visited the cemetery.
  The dead got up and everything
  Became one big one big cacaphony.
  They all went down the social and
  They claimed their supplementary.
  And all the necrophiliacs
  Were walking 'round in misery.
    The rotting mass of calcium
  Was shopping in the Superstore,
  Careering down the aisles
  Like one big psychopathic carnivore,
  The shelf-stackers were alert,
  In ecstasy crashed to the floor,
  And meanwhile the Saint was
  Growing crazy at the fire-door.
    Ah, the beautiful sparkling healthy spa water of Bath, in Avon.
    I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!
  I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!
  I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!
  I! hate! Nerys! Hughes!