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You know what's going to happen now, don't you?!!
Yes . . .
To the tune of Jingle Bells. . . .
Dashing through the snow - two of his reindeer gone,
Freezing cold his bum - he's got no trousers on!
Get the round done quick - or folks'll see him moon.
Female reindeer scared to death - he's hung like a baboon.
Dingle balls, Dingle balls - got no trousers on.
He don't know quite where they went he only knows they're gone.
Frozen balls, Frozen balls - scared they might fall off!
He's driving very gently now and trying not to cough!
Home nearly in sight - back at the North Pole,
Frozen three-piece-suite - icicles round his hole.
Fire's nice and warm - ev'rything's just thawed -
Next year he'll say sod the sledge and drive his mother's Ford!
Tingle balls, Tingle balls - Circulation's back.
Now he has four rosy cheeks and steam coming from his crack!
Tingle balls, Tingle balls - now they're getting hot.
Now he's pleased he's got warm feet, warm hands, warm legs, warm bot!
Delivering in Iraq version:
Dashing through the sand - all of his reindeer hot,
He's lost his Arab robe and has got a sunburnt bot!
Get the round done quick - or folks'll see him moon.
Female reindeer scared to death - he's hung like a baboon.
Dingle balls, Dingle balls - got no trousers on.
He don't know quite where they went he only knows they're gone.
Sweaty balls, Sweaty balls - sperm-count will fall off!
He's driving very gently now and trying not to cough!
Then there's a great bang! Rocket 'pelled greanade!
All the presents burnt - half his skin is flayed!
"Sod this for a lark!" he starts to cry and moan
Turns the reindeer north again and sets off straight for home!
Home nearly in sight - back at the North Pole,
Everythings cooled down - icicles round his hole.
Fire's nice and warm - he's having a quick wank! -
Next year he'll say sod the sledge and drive a Churchill tank!
Tingle balls, Tingle balls - Circulation's back.
Now he has four rosy cheeks and steam coming from his crack!
Tingle balls, Tingle balls - now they're getting hot.
Now he's pleased he's got warm feet, warm hands, warm legs, warm bot!
Then . . .
Jingle bells, jingle bells -
There's the savoury.
Nice big bag of Brussels Sprouts
All frozen just for me.
Roasted spuds, parsnips too,
Boy, they'll taste real good.
Mustard, wine and Whiskey too
All followed by the pud.
See it disappear - See me wolf it down.
Lovely roasted spuds - Nice and golden brown.
Savoury made from nuts, breadcrumbs wheat and rye.
Tastes as good, nutritious too and nothing has to die!
Oi!
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And then after Christmas come. . . .The Sales!
Slashing through the dough, in a great big New Year sale,
See those Plastic bills - they will make you wail!
All those silly things - that you don't really need,
Get 'em while they're nice and cheap and make your wallet bleed!
Checkout bills, checkout bills, spending all the way -
Oh what fun it is to try-and-be bankrupt in a day!
Checkout bills, checkout bills, spending all you've got -
Until you realise what you thought you'd got you'd really not!
Credit Rating gone - coz you couldn't really pay.
Then they come and take all those lovely things away!
To the Bailiffs' glee, you start to beg and plead,
To hang onto a few-of-those things you purchased out of greed.
Checkout bills, checkout bills, spending all the way -
Oh what fun it is to try-and-be bankrupt in a day!
Checkout bills, checkout bills, now you've nothing left.
No cash, no goods - an empty house and feeling quite bereft!
Oi!
(Amazing what yer can come up with when yer pissed!)
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> Sentencing: What the judge sings at the end of a trial.
To the tune of Jingle Bells:
Off to gaol! Off to gaol!
'S where your gonna go!
Parking on a yellow line atop a p'liceman's toe!
Chrushed his foot! He's off work -
Will be for a year!
See how you get on without no sex no drugs no beer!