If you wake up and feel like hell,
And if you really feel quite unwell
Then that is the best
way for you to tell
That you really did
Christmas well
If you wake up and feel like hell,
And if you really feel quite unwell
Then that is the best
way for you to tell
That you really did
Christmas well
Well, I think it has happened
It is my darkest fear
Christmas is getting
earlier
Each and every year
When I was at the mall
today
I heard Bing Crosby
croon
“White Christmas”
And it’s still only
June
There isn’t any doubt or question
What caused this awful
indigestion
It wasn’t the five-course
lunch
Or all the sweets we
had to munch
It wasn’t the Lager
the Stout or the Shandy
It wasn’t the Wine the
Scotch or the Brandy
No, the culprit without
any doubts
Was the obligatory
spoonful of sprouts
Marie Christmas
Loved the season
And she loved it
For a special reason
For it was the time
She would see her beau
As he flew his sleigh
Going ho ho ho
If anyone loved Christmas
Then it would be Molly
She loved the
mistletoe
She loved the holly
She loved drinking
eggnog
She loved feeling
jolly
And between me and you
Mr Jolly liked it too
(Sung to the tune of Jingle Bells)
Dingle dell, Fairies
dwell
The Elves and Pixies
play
Oh! what fun it is to
hide
When hide and seek we
play
Robin and Richard were two pretty men,
They laid in bed till the clock struck ten;
Then up starts Robin and looks at the sky:
"Oh, sod it Richard, the sun's very high!
Stop sniggering and pull on your knickers
We’re late for
training at Twickers”