paroles de chanson Merry Gentlemen - Dr Bigf MC

Chestnuts warming on an open fire
BigF's up warning
About to open fire
Strictly in a lyrical rapping sense
He's gifted
Like Myrrh and Frankincense
Bars are pure gold
This time of year, we live in hope
Catching cold sores
From kissing under mistletoe
Herpes simplex virus
The gift that keeps giving
Best restrict it to
Cordial fist bumps
In this month
Or put some zovirax
On that Christmas list
Middle-aged men on dancefloors
With arthritic hips
Ridiculous ponytails like Furio the zip
Trying to prove they've still got it
Slow down, pops, that's not it
Liquor soaked soliloquies
Clumsy advances
Go home and take a deep snooze
Before you get MeToo'd
All in good fun but pretty lame
Like a mandatory
Secret Santa gift exchange
Polite smiles
For unwanted presents
Hope you kept the gift receipts
Gift certificates are pretty sweet
Beer and whisky
Generic gifts for Dads
Nearing fifty
Expressive gift for gab
Like drunk Nigerian uncles
On their fifteenth Guiness
Switch to Lagos accents
With traces of the Queen's English
Obscene innit?
And all quite vulgar
Overcooked turkey
Sprinkled with turmeric
For the purported health benefits
I'm pretty sure the effect
Is lessened if
You wash it down
With egg nog, dog
Tins of celebrations
But all the best chocs gone
All that's left are
Mini Bounty bars
Make you feel sick
OK quick everybody out the car
Celebrate the birth of Jesus
Mixed with pagan iffiness
No major differences
Saturnalia, Michaelmas
Yoruba people call it
Kerisimesi
This is heavy
Sipping bevvies
Messy as tinned spaghetti
The time of year when
Money is the tightest
Yet expectations at their highest
Sheets of wrapping paper
Clogging up your bins
With discarded turkey carcass
Sips of brandy for starters
Christmas pudding for afters
Eating everything in sight
What's mine is mine
What's yours is mine
It's all combined
Big F