I've been thinking about just one thingnSince Christmas time last yearnWhen I got off with you at the Christmas donAfter eight pints of beernnYou must have been the worst for wearn'Cause you asked me back to your cribnI couldn't believe my luck 'cause I fancied you for agesnAnd I hoped maybe you'd touch my nibnnI'll never forget the first time we kissednThe joy, it was immeasurablenThen, if you remember, you fellated my penisnWhich was also very pleasurablennWhen I went to do a similiar thing to younIn my guts I felt a twingenYou'd been dancing all night to the DJ's tunesnAnd I'm afraid you had disco mingennAs I started heading southnThe juices came in my mouthnAnd have you forgive and forgotnFor what I did on your front bot?nnI'm sorry I yakked up on your pubesnCan you give us another go?nThis Christmas, MissnI want to kiss you under the camel toennNow the Christmas trees are up againnAnd the bells are decked with hollynAfter vomiting vol-au-vents on your vagnI felt a bit of a wallynnThis year I've only had six pintsnI swear I've taken it easynAnd I've got a Tesco carrier in my pocketnIn case I start to feel queasynnBut stood there in those leggingsnYou really look a treatnI can see the outline of your outer labsnAnd they look good enough to eatnnSo this year I'm gonna grab younBefore the DJ's on the decksnDrag you underneath the mistletoenAnd perform an act of oral sexnnThis year I'm gonna try to keep my buffet downnIf you'll just give me another gonThis Christmas, MissnI want to kiss you under the camel toennI promise not to puke up on your pubic moundnIf you'll just give me another gonThis Christmas, MissnI want to kiss you under the camel toennThis Christmas, MissnI want to kiss you under the camel toe