You know it really gets me down
As you wait patiently
in the queue
Waiting in line at the
supermarket
And the line of People
behind you
When as another checkout
opens up
They suddenly dash
ahead of you
To the newly opened
checkout
And you’re at the back
of your queue
And all those
impatient shoppers
Get served and
finished before you
Is there anything more annoying?
Is anything quite as
wrong?
As the DJ on the radio
Not telling you who
sang the song
Foghorn Leghorn had a girlfriend
And her name was
feathery Beth
But her feathers all
pointed the wrong way
And she tickled
herself to death
You can liken women’s breasts to a
Birthday gift of a
train set, for lads
They were originally
meant for kids
But who gets to play
with them, Dads
My little old man and I fell out
I'll tell you what it was all about
What agitated the lazy
lout
And caused him to
shout
Making me and him fall
out
Was that I had money
and he had nowt
Are you wearing a bunch of mistletoe?
Well, you certainly mean business
Isn’t that overkill? “Less is more” after all
But you know what you’re doing I guess
Are you aiming at a particular beau?
Do you have a target in mind?
Or are you more indiscriminate
Scattergun like or something of the kind
Oh, so there is an object of your affections
Is it perhaps someone that I know?
It’s someone I know very well indeed?
I still don’t know the identity of your beau
It’s me? I’m the one you desire?
You want to kiss me beneath the mistletoe?
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
During the Christmas
season
Walk up and simply ask
her
“If she would like to meet
Santa's little helper?”
