Aww, but why no joy to the world, Orchi?
You was only singing about it yesterday
Well, it\'s my own fault
I\'m the phantom whisky-water, you see
Or phantom tipple-waterer
You might not guess it\'s me at your party
Well, not at first
Well, I might be disguised as Santa
With a couple of Fidos pulling me sleigh
You\'ll hear the sound - Pssttt!
It\'ll be the sound of me syphon
Filled with water, not soda!
I\'ve come to put ya fire out
To save ya getting drunk or tipsy
What more could ya want?
I dunno what all the fuss would be about
When ya discover it\'s me
And show me the door!
I wouldn\'t over-stay me welcome
Just add water to ya tipples
And we\'ll all have a good time!
So there won\'t be much \'joy\'
Not in the sense of \'merry\'
\'God rest ye merry Gentlemen?\'
Oh, I dunno!
And Fidos (two of \'em pulling me sleigh)
They won\'t allow much \'excitement\' or \'ardour\'
At your parties
They only wants to save you from swooning!
What\'s that you say to me and Fidos
\'And a very dull Christmas to you too?!\'
Heehee.