No new year cheer in here
just reminders of old turkey bones
and cold stale tins of beer

where stood a few days past
a riot of celebrations
which we knew
would never last
stand I
because I couldn't get a seat.

Oh yes
the underground's a flamin' treat.

There's no favouritism here
it's as I stated
bones and beer

a bit like me.

On this second day if I
had my way
I'd make it the twenty
fifth of May
but I don't have my way
and so It'll stay
the second day
and ****** cold.