LYRICS

Another long year
I’ve spent all my money on rent, bills and beer
Look at my balance, it’s frankly a joke
It’s truly the worst time of year to be broke

I’ve spent all my cash
Worried my presents are fit for the trash
Down to reserves
So all I can muster are home-made preserves

Last year wasn’t quite this bad
A pound shop CD for my dad
Oops, there’s the price tag
Don’t mind the amount,
But luckily for me
It’s the thought that counts

I try hard to save,
But responsibilities just get in the way,
I have to make do,
I sure hope that shower gel can double as shampoo

I’ve spent all my cash
Worried my presents are fit for the trash
Down to reserves
So all I can muster are home-made preserves

(Like Chutney)
And I hope that they don’t make you ill
(Or a Scarf)
I’ve been working on my knitting skills
Oops, there’s the price tag
Don’t mind the amount,
But luckily for me
It’s the thought that counts

I’ve spent all my cash
Worried my presents are fit for the trash
Down to reserves
So all I can muster are home-made preserves

Did I really need Amazon Prime?
Maybe Netflix on it’s own was fine
Did I really eat all of that food?
Blame it on Deliveroo
I’ve nothing to deliver you

I’ve been re-gifting toiletries (Lynx Africa!)
Hope these aren’t the ones you gave to me
Toy Story 2 on DVD (It’s a good film!)
From Dorothy House for 50p

But it doesn’t matter what you’ve bought
Or stolen without getting caught
As long as there’s sufficient thought
Oops, there’s the price tag
Don’t mind the amount,
But luckily for me
It’s the thought that counts