Sad news today. Word has reached us here on the windswept steppes of the death of the English balladeer Jake Thackeray, a fellow of infinite jest and most excellent fancy. A little quote from "Sister Josephine", the story of a police raid on a convent where the criminal Big Bad Norman has been hiding for years disguised as a nun. Wistfully, one of the sisters sings:
Admittedly her hands are big and hairy
And embellished with a curious tattoo;
Admittedly her voice is on the deep side
And she seems to shave more often than the other sisters do
Oh Sister Josephine
Founder of the convent sumo team
They're leafing through your volumes of those strange magazines
After Sister Josephine.
While you, Sister Josephine
Give a farewell whiff of Benzedrine
To the convent budgerigar.
A bloody funny nun you are.
No more will her snores echo through chapel during prayers,
Nor her lustful moaning stir the stilly nights,
No more empty bottles of altar wine come clanking from her cell,
No longer will the cloister toilet seat stand upright . . .
Oh Sister Josephine
Slipping through their fingers like margarine
Dressed only in your Y-fronts and a rosary
What a funny nun you seem to be.
R.I.P.