Happy Days
These are my lovely friends from deepest Kent.
You can tell, that they were listening with intent
To me
Uncle Steve
You can see that one is bored, one bemused
and one just bluffing - or else a little confused
By me
Uncle Steve
It was thick fog as we crossed over the fen
but no cold and no snow yet again.
So no white Christmas or New Year
why don't you all shed a tear
With me
Stevie G
These are my lovely friends from deepest Kent.
You can tell, that they were listening with intent
To me
Uncle Steve
You can see that one is bored, one bemused
and one just bluffing - or else a little confused
By me
Uncle Steve
It was thick fog as we crossed over the fen
but no cold and no snow yet again.
So no white Christmas or New Year
why don't you all shed a tear
With me
Stevie G