For years and years Iβve woke him up
By licking his baldly head
This morning cos itβs Christmas Time
I thought Iβd stay in bed
But he wandered all around the place
Like a poor lost soul
Trying to do the things we do
But totally out-of control
Iβm going to have to sort him
And Iβve other things to do
I canβt lie her much longer
I need to have a poo.