Xmas is getting earlier and earlier

Every bloody year it’s driving me potty

The most awaited bollocks ‘Fifty percent (off), everything must go’

Half the population is queueing for the lottery

But everything’s good and everything’s fine!

Cos she got me a rooster, she got me a rooster

I wake up in the morning sneezing and a wheezing from the feathers in my pillow I’ve been ripped off

My nose don’t mate well with the chickens and turkeys but my lady’s got me something that’ll make my nose a-nice and clear

Chorus

Sing it loud and sing it clear

Sing it like a rooster would