The same repeated, same repeated, same repeated rhythm,
the colour of "don't frighten the punters",
lyrics which rhyme like a cat having its tail trod on,
and tunes that are desperately needing a piss.
It must be Christmas.
(c) 1986,1997 Dylan Harris
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