I’m in Tier two so you can fuck off out the door.
You’re in Tier 4 so you can fuck off out the gate.
Whatever Tier you’re in we’ll have Christmas by ourselves
Boris and his cronies are the sons of Tory whores
Christmas time is cancelled and we all await our fate.
Jingle balls, jingle bells
Jangle all the way
Oh what fun we’ll have this year
Now that Covid has put pay
To Jingle balls and jingle bells
That jangle all the way
I’ve flipped my lid, cos I’m a Yid – I don’t care anyway.
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Sanitisers were dripping to the waltzes of Strauss
Masks were abounding, as the germs reached their apex,
And we buttered our parsnips, wearing gloves made from latex.
All Tories are bastards
But I’ve said all that before.
We’re all off to Paradise
Unless it’s all too late
So have a merry Christmas
Keep your kisses small and tight
And close the doors to everyone
On this eery Christmas Night.