23 December 2012
She's gotten soaking wet And the crowds got on her tits
As she sips upon her latte She knows it's just round one She's got bags to carry And they weigh a bloody ton
But soon enough she's got them home Time to do some wrapping Come on Father Christmas This ain't no time for napping!
Cupboards stocked to bursting Presents underneath the tree It's as if Father Christmas Was trained militarily
And she does it for the magic She always goes that extra mile It's only for one day But it's worth it for the smile
Sure there'll be some hitches When the big day arrives Father Christmas once again Has brightened up our lives
The genetic Father Christmas Attempts to stay upon his bum While the real Father Christmas Has always been your Mum...
Father Christmas is a Mother • Opuss № I