There's a spirit in my bedroom,
It's perched beside my bed.
It's very old, but very tasty.

Like a genie it lives in a bottle,
Until tipped and poured.
And then set free.

Then it shall play with my head.
It's lingered there since Christmas time.
Once was yours, but now is mine.
You didn't want it,
I didn't either then,
And now it's taunting me.
I fancy some again!
LIVVI