HOT BOOZE

based on "Knecht Ruprecht", a classic German Christmas poem (http://www.weihnachtsstadt.de/gedichte/klassisch/knecht-rupprecht.html)
- meaning I stole the basic structure and meter (but possibly not very well...).


From up near Toxteth is whence I came

I tell you, it’s freezing there just the same!

All the street lights are flickering

To the sound of residents bickering

And over by the Princes Park roundabout

I heard somebody scream and shout

And as I cycled past shady Princes Park

A little, old-fashioned voice cried: Hark!

Chucky dear, it said, you daft old bird

Get yer arse in gear and spread the word

The pubs are starting to sell hot booze

So there really is no time to lose

Everyone in Liverpool

Is now allowed to lose their cool

And tomorrow I’m going down as well

And boy will I drink, I’ll drink like hell!

I said: Hi mate, whoever you are,

That sounds like a plan, at least so far.

I just need to pop into my flat

And see where all my cash is at.

“Will you have enough for mulled wine – lots?”

I said, I’ll even have enough for shots.

Because this jolly Christmas time

Is an excuse to drink hot wine

“Will you have enough for doughnuts too?”

I said: Lad, calm down, of course I do.

You can’t exactly enjoy this place

Without stuffing something sweet into your face.

The stranger said: That’s boss yano.

Go ‘ed then bird, on the lash you go.

From up near Toxteth is whence I came

I tell you, it’s freezing there just the same!

Now off to warm up with boozy drink

Don’t give a toss what any of youse think.