The time has come for festivity,
Christmas pudding and revelry.
But as I passed the house the other night,
I heard this little voice so clear and bright,
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -v
No party games, nor mistletoe
Just once a year I become a square
I like to feel the tinsel in my hair
I like to hear the songs of days gone by
Dad and me we don't see eye to eye
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -vee,
No party games, nor mistletoe,
Just whistle when she's last,
It lies unopened upon the shelf
Won't notice one more bang in
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -thee
No party games, nor mistletoe
Just whistle when she's last,
Some carol singers came to the door,
He grabbed the leader by the coat,
And tried to ram his lantern
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -bee,
No party games, nor mistletoe,
Was simply gasping for a cigarette
He looked a proper case, I do declare
A strike in matches down behind a chair
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -vee,
No party games, nor mistletoe,
When I grow up to be a man,
There'll be no television in my plan,
With laughter gay my house will ring,
I never want to hear my family sing.
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly bee,
No party games, nor mistletoe,
Just whistle when she's less,
There are no lights on our
We must not spoil the telly -bee,
No party games, nor mistletoe,