They’re selling bloody Christmas,

It’s already in the shops

It’s just half past October

And they’re pulling out the stops

 

I really can’t believe it

But the local Carvery

Has set up by the entrance

A confounded Christmas tree

 

There’s cards of Christmas greetings

Now appearing on the shelves

They’re stirring up the fervour

In receptive under-twelves

 

They want to start us spending

Get the credit cards maxed out

When Christmas really gets here

We’ll be broke without a doubt