One, two, three, four Here comes Santa in his sleigh
Those silver bells they sound so gay His shiny sleigh is heaped with toys To give to all good girls and boys With dolls and gollywogs and clockwork trains Trams, tin soldiers and little model planes Going to fill your stocking so long as you've been good And I'm sure that you have because you know you should Middle eight! "Have I got to sing that?" "Yes!" "No you don't sing, you just say it." "Okay." "All right?" "Right." "One, two, three..." Cheerful face is wreathed in smiles Can see him coming for miles and miles As he passes by he'll catch your ear With "Merry Christmas guys and a Happy New Year!" "Man!" "Shout that as a cheery Christmas greeting, Alan." "Yeah, shout that one out, right?" Turkey and sausages and Christmas pud "Have another helping John!" Oh, I don't think I could Christmas parcels under the tree None for you and six for me!