Flying Lemming - Christmas Chaos lyrics

Dashing to the shower Dashing to get dressed Dashing to the car to get to town before the rest Queuing for a parking space Queuing for the shops Queuing for the tills, the waiting never stops Pushing to the counter Pushing through the mob Pushing pa**ed with bulging bags, such a tiring job Folding paper round the gifts Folding cards all day Folding licked envelopes that taste in a foul way Laughing with your family Laughing with pure love Laughing in joy at Christmas, it's worth all of the above