To the tune of O Come, All Ye Faithful
O come, all ye facile,
Brainwashed and compliant,
Come ye, o come ye to shopping mall!
Spend all your money,
Put the rest on plastic!
O come, buy loads of rubbish,
O come, get into deep debt,
And then deluded masses
Call it “love”.
To the tune of We Three Kings
These three things are seasonal tropes:
Rows and stress and truculent mopes.
Vile relations cause vexations
While Uncle Percy gropes.
O day of horror, day of fright,
Day of morons getting tight.
Never-ending, soul-destroying,
Free me from this utter shite!
To the tune of O Little Town Of Bethlehem
The spittle down old grumpy’s chin
Emits a noxious scent,
Part gravy gloop, part trifle slops,
Part oozing Fixodent.
In mortifying paper hat,
The pointlessness must rile
Of Christmases throughout the years
That never made him smile.
To the tune of Away In A Manger
Away with the fairies, his shoes on in bed,
The pissed dypsomaniac laid down his bruised head.
Wines, beers and spirits – the soak polished off each
Well before Bet Windsor’s routinely dull speech!
To the tune of The Holly And the Ivy
The silly and the greedy,
So thoroughly coerced,
Of all the seasons’ yearly cycles,
Make winter far the worst
The trashing of the planet
For an orgy of sheer waste
And sickly sentimentality –
O Cromwell had good taste!
To the tune of Ding Dong Merrily On High
Let’s just rapidly get high,
That cocaine requires chopping,
Fill bong snappily, let’s fly,
There’s pills we could be popping.
Gloria, this acid is excellent!
Gloria, this ketamine is…exit.
To the tune of Silent Night
Spiteful night, callous night,
Foodbank queues, homeless plight,
Fit-for-work tests, attack the poor,
Billionaires demand even more.
Sheep in complacency
Sleep in ignorant bliss.
To the tune of Hark! The Herald Angels Sing
Hark! The TV adverts yell
Welcome to free market hell,
Commoditise the very young,
Teach them how to take a bung.
Passive, all the admass stare,
Ninety channels of dire fare
For slobs who only like crap
And snobs who swallow raw pap.
Heck! Old Auntie’s piss-poor shtick
Makes those ads look fresh and slick!
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Hark to the pneumatic drill
Tearing through old Pentonville
See those shiny new builds rise
Flats for banker parasites
Out with pimp and gigolo
In with corporate CEO
Property consultants cry:
“If you’re rich it’s time to buy”
No more junkies, whores and dross
Glory to the new Kings Cross!
To the tune of Nos Galan aka Deck the Halls
Sobriety would be such folly
Falalalala la la la la
Crack another case of Bolly
Falalalala la la la la
Let’s get hammered
Lose our manners
Chugging, swilling, falling down
Drink a barrel; then a quarrel
Falalalala la la la la
Very apt and seasonal!