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