Mince pies full
Of spice and season
I don’t eat them
Heartburn’s the Reason
Mince pies full
Of spice and season
I don’t eat them
Heartburn’s the Reason
At the North Pole
If an education is sought
You won’t get any
training
Everyone is Elf taught
Breakfast time comes
Just after day breaks
When Frosty the
snowman
Eats his Snowflakes
If the stork was to visit
Santa and Mrs. Claus
The child would
naturally be called
The subordinate Claus
When my Dad was just a boy
He never saw a lemon
or Lime
And oranges only ever
appeared
It was Christmas Eve in Dad’s house,
And not a hint of the
season in sight
No stockings hang by
the fire side
He was such a
miserable old shite
Little girl, little girl where have you been?
Have you been visiting London Zoo
Or gathering roses to give to the Queen.
Oh you went to get another Tattoo