We're dreaming of a pink Christmas
Just like the ones we used to know.
Where the bald heads glisten and BFG's listen,
to hear in coming Docs in the snow oh oh oh
We're dreaming of a pink Christmas
with every BFG we smite
May our days be merry with drink
And may all future Chistmases be pink
When Gerard got stuck up the chimney
he began to shout
You BFG's and Girlies won't get any toys
if you don't pull me out
My chins are black, there's soot in my sack
My nose is tickling too,
When Gerard got stuck up the Chimney,
achoo, achoo, achoo.
Olde Gits roasting on an old gas fire
Maxine nipping at your nose
Haunting carols being murdered by our Choir
And folks dressed up like power rangers.
Everybody knows some scones and a pair of Docs
Help to make BFGs right
Tiny tots, with their eyes all aglow
Are dragged off by their parents, in horror!
Because the Girlies are on the way
They're sending footwear flying every which way!
And every cobbler is gonna try
To see if Doc Martens really know how to fly!
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
When we're all taking tea with you
Since Girlies like we are so accomodating!
Merry Christmas, to you>