Tuesday, 28 August 2012


Kerching merrily on high,
Hear the tills a-ringing.
Now’s the time to buy,                     
Of excess food and drinking.

Glor…orious, - just spend your cash this Christmas.
Glor…orious, - the dream of ev’ry business.

So put that Christ child by,
His birthday has no meaning,
And Mammon, hail Him high,
While frazzled nerves are screaming.

Glor…orious, - and stuff the debt this Christmas.
Glor…orious, - and curse the Scrooge, his Christmas.

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