Alright, England’s freezing,
But in December Thailand's cold.
The more I feel the chilly air,
The more I feel I'm old.
My nose is getting runny,
It’s glowing rosy red.
I need to find a buxom bust,
To rest my cold filled head.
But soon it will be summer,
And the sweat will start to seep.
Then, I’ll kick her out of bed
And get some bloody sleep.