It's over now, you've had your funGet up them stairs, go on quickly, don't runTake off your shoes, they're both of yoursAnd leave them down outside the doorTurn the landing light off, no wait, leave it onIt might make the night that much easier to be goneAnd in the morning cool beTake off your shoes, go on quickly, don't runWide awake, and eating snowflakesOh, as opposed to those flakesWe will, we will, we willThat afternoon, we spent the dayWith Uncle FrankRemember, and his wife Auntie MayWell, do you knowSince then I've received up to fourLetters, all of which repeat the sameThey say thrill to bitsCan't believe you cameWe've relived it bothOver time and time againAnd if there's ever a chanceOr even halfYou might be our wayBut would you promise to stay?We will, we willWe will, we willIt's not easy pretendingThat you cannot have meHere once you've sufferedThe affliction withinIt's no use in an endingTo proclaim from the startThat the moral of the story's to beginOne Sunday nextIf the weather holdsWe'll have that gameBut I begs you, Beaning,GoalNot because I'm goodOr because I think I shouldIt's just thatWell, at my ageI think standing stillWould really suit me bestDo we all agree?Hands up those who doHands up those who don'tI seeWell, in that caseWill we please be friends?Be kind enoughIf not on SundayTo go to Mass on MondayWe willWe willYeah, yeah, yeahMmm