Come they told me,
pa rum-pum pum pum
It is compulsory,
pa rum-pum pum pum
And Secret Santa too,
pa rum-pum pum pum
Will need a gift from you,
pa rum-pum pum pum,
rum-pum pum pum,
rum-pum pum pum,
And so to keep my job,
pa rum-pum pum pum,
I will come.
Indigestion,
pa rum-pum pum pum
The drinks are watered down,
pa rum-pum pum pum
And now they’re carolling!
pa rum-pum pum pum
I cannot stand this thing,
pa rum-pum pum pum,
rum-pum pum pum,
rum-pum pum pum,
Then she smiles at me,
pa rum-pum pum pum,
I succumb.
Photo by Ron Sumners.
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