Are you wearing a New Year’s outfit?
Well, you
really do look good in it
And it
doesn’t look risqué, not a bit
It’s a
really cracking little outfit
Though all
the emphasis is on the fit
Are you wearing a New Year’s outfit?
Well, you
really do look good in it
And it
doesn’t look risqué, not a bit
It’s a
really cracking little outfit
Though all
the emphasis is on the fit
When the clock strikes
The
midnight hour
One-year
ends
And another
begins
With an explosion
Of pyrotechnic
splendour
Lavishly
ostentatious
Many thousands
of pounds
Up in smoke
Is it really
worth it?
Would it
not be better spent?
On the
homeless
And the lost
And so,
begin a new year
With new
hope
It’s such a mild New Year
All the
birds are singing noisily
Noisy
little bastards
Should be
frozen to a tree
When you’re on the pull
If you want
to break the ice
Say
something funny
Or say
something nice
Be complimentary
Or just lie
in your endeavour
Be devastatingly
witty
Or say something
clever
On New
Year’s Eve
Before the
bells begin to clang
Ask her if
she wants to
Ring in the New Year with a bang?
The year is turning, the cycle
Has made another
revolution
It’s time
once more to make
The obligatory
resolution
Which is
broken within days
But this
year I have a solution
In order to
make it last
I will not
make a resolution
My New Year resolution
Was to find
a solution
To my
misshapen figure
And lack of
vim and vigour
Though feeling
rather grim
I signed up
for the gym
First came
the orientation
And
equipment demonstration
I was told
of suitable clothes
Something
loose that flows
I said “the
reason or the point
Of me being
in this joint
And why I
signed up tonight
Is all my
clothes are tight”
My wife is an optimist
Which is why,
she stays up
On New Year’s
Eve
To see in
the new one
I am by
nature a pessimist
Which
means, that I stay up
On New Year’s
Eve
To make sure
the old one has gone
I want to kiss you
On December
31st
Before the
clock strikes twelve
Until the
last chime
Echoes in the
night
Of January
the first
So, one
year will come to an end
In the most
amazing way
And the next
will have
A beautiful
beginning
This year’s New Year’s Eve forecast;
A row with
the girlfriend, acute loneliness
Followed by
being mostly drunk with
A very
slight chance of unconsciousness
New Year’s resolutions are just
Lies that
we tell one another
And are
something that go in
One year
and out the other
They first met on a special Christmas Eve
And chemistry sparked between the two
When passions fires were truly quenched
He asked before bidding her a fond adieu
“What are you doing on New Year’s Eve?”
She replied “oh I’m definitely doing you”
I was divorced from my wife
Due to my serial
infidelity
And found myself in
bed
With a girl called
Felicity
It was on New Year’s
Day
When she asked me
“Did you make a
resolution?
What was it? Go on
tell me”
I replied “Not to be
unfaithful
Ever again to my
chosen mate”
“How’s that going?”
she asked
“Ask me after our
second date”
The year is turning, the cycle
Has made another
revolution
It’s time once more to
make
The obligatory
resolution
Which is broken within
days
But this year I have a
solution
In order to make it
last
I will not make a
resolution
Hot cross buns!
Hot cross buns!
I don’t care if they’re
One a penny,
Its only January
I want to kiss you
On December 31st
Before the clock
strikes twelve
Until the last chime
Echoes in the night
Of January the first
So one year will come
to an end
In the most amazing
way
And the next will have
A beautiful beginning
A month without alcohol
Isn’t what makes
January dry
What does, is sex
without foreplay
Or indeed the use of
KY
New Year's resolutions are something
That go over the head
of my brother
He just doesn’t seem
to grasp their import
So they go in one year
and out the other
It’s such a mild New Year
All the birds are
singing noisily
Noisy little bastards
Should be frozen to a
tree
My New Year’s resolution
And my reasoning is sound
And that is to get in shape,
In the end, I chose round
I hate January
January, I do not
enjoy
It has no pleasure
It has no joy
Christmas is over
All the money has gone
5 weeks till payday
January is wrong
I love December
December has it all
December is the time
To have a ball
In fact December
Has to much fun
And not enough time
To get it all done
The Festivities
Leave us in a daze
There is too much
For 31 days
So the solution
Is a simple one
I can’t believe
It hasn’t been done
Get rid of January
No one likes it
Have two Decembers
Then everything will
fit