On Christmas morning
On the street
Children with smiling faces greet
As Santa makes his way back home
To calculate his Wonga loan
The television's got it wrong
Old film repeats, nothing else on
So just for once, this time each year
The air rings with voices and festive cheer
As in houses the families come together
The men drink beer, the women gather
In kitchens, round a roasting beast
That bubbles, ready for the feast
The kids on bikes begin to tire,
They come and warm up by the fire
And long before anyone starts a tiff
There's a pile discovered of unopened gifts
Then we eat and we sleep as we play at the glutton
On the birthday of someone we've all long forgotten
But we carry it on, we all share the same views
Ring the bells, we're all here, and that is the news!
Thanks for reading, happy new year everyone.
S
On the street
Children with smiling faces greet
As Santa makes his way back home
To calculate his Wonga loan
The television's got it wrong
Old film repeats, nothing else on
So just for once, this time each year
The air rings with voices and festive cheer
As in houses the families come together
The men drink beer, the women gather
In kitchens, round a roasting beast
That bubbles, ready for the feast
The kids on bikes begin to tire,
They come and warm up by the fire
And long before anyone starts a tiff
There's a pile discovered of unopened gifts
Then we eat and we sleep as we play at the glutton
On the birthday of someone we've all long forgotten
But we carry it on, we all share the same views
Ring the bells, we're all here, and that is the news!
Thanks for reading, happy new year everyone.
S