Ah - Christmas Eve will soon be here;
I'm galloping off at three
To spend this time of festive cheer
In Sheringham, by the sea.
The golden shore, the Panto Dame,
I love to see them both
But Sally Ann won't play the game -
To hear them I am loath.
At seven a.m. they make me wake-
Why can't they let me be?
"Christians Awake"? For heaven's sake,
That don't apply to me.
Your banner fits your tuba, Dears,
That's all I have to say
So stuff it in so that my ears
Can have a rest that day.
Let not your drumsticks beat their might,
Your tambourines must cease.
To doze in bed I have the right.
Dear Sally, give me peace.