Carlos Fandango - Away with the Christmas Benjo! (feat. The Fandango Five)

I woke up on a frosty morning full of Christmas cheer
I looked out of my window and saw people far and near
With celebration, jubilation and felicitations
Elated, they were full of joy until the mayor appeared

"Away, away, away with all this festive fun!
Pull all the decorations down!" cried the Mayor of London Town

"Well, dash my wig! He's got the morbs!" said a little urchin lass
Some men of a dizzy age were singing Good King Wenceslas
With rowdiness, and crowdiness, and ever-growing loudness
When they started Silent Night the Mayor declared, alas

"Away, away, away with the Christmas benjo!
Away, away, away with the gigglemugs!
Away, away, away with the Christmas presents!
Away, away, away with the whooperups!"

And all about his house (his house)
The Lord was heard to grouse (gr-rouse)
"Let no-one cook a goose or they shall surely cop a mouse! Ooh!
Damn all ye skallywags, damn all ye half-cut rats!
Those of you caught out mafficking shall receive a batty-fang!"
Ooh, that hurt!

One bricky filly stood up tall and cried with jollity
"It took us all of yesterday to dress the Christmas tree
It's looking afternoonified, my dear old chuckaboo!"
Said he, lofty with podsnappery, "As Mayor, I do decree

Away, away, away with the Christmas benjo!
Away, away, away with the gigglemugs!
Away, away, away with the Christmas presents!
Away, away, away with the whooperups!

Away, away, away with the Christmas benjo!
Away, away, away with the gigglemugs!
Away, away, away with the Christmas presents!
Away, away, away with the whooperups!"

Written by:
Carl Fellows

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