OPENING CHORUS
Make the yuletide gay
…aaaaah…
Bah Humbug I say
…oooooooh…
VERSE 1
You can keep your Christmas farce
And stuffing your hand in a turkey's arse
Brussel sprouts, fairy lights
Mary's boy child, Jesus Christ!!
Cracker jokes, they make me moan
Won't everyone just leave me alone?
BRIDGE
What does Father Christmas do when his elves misbehave?
He gives them the sack.
What do you give a dog for Christmas?
A mobile bone.
What’s brown and creeps around the house?
Mince spies.
VERSE 2
Hot mince pies and brandy butter
Panic buying, shops a'clutter
Christmas trees and cranberry sauce
Jingle bells, I couldn't give a toss
Fairytale in New York? Not again, I say
Won't this winter wonderland ever go away?
BRIDGE 2
Narrator:
T'was the night before Christmas
And he'd not given an inch
Mr. Tinsel was still complaining,
Like an old grinch
Until a bright light, yon he did see
T'was the fairy Gaybreel atop his Christmas tree
CHORUS
Why you so like, anti-Christmas?
Has Santa never showered you with his sparkly festiveness
When he spread his good will all through the air
Were you never there to receive your share? Don't you care?
Baby Jesus would cry
At the sight of your misery, Oh my!
Narrator:
And with that Gaybreel waved his big wand
All at once Mr. Tinsel found he was quite fond
Of tinsel and pressies and festive cheer
He exclaimed, "Maybe this is my year!"
CODA
Oh my goodness! Everyone was right
I have seen the sparkly light
Hark the herald! I lost my way
Maybe the yuletide should be gay
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