It was back
in the bistro in the days of yore
Where I washed up dishes
and I mopped the floor
There was
Christmas drizzle, nearly never snow
There was
Slade and
Wizard on the radio
And the chef was
Marcus, who was my good mate
While the downstairs waitress
was a girl cold cased
And we smoked our rollies
by the backdoor bin
As the trays went out and
then the trays came in
Merry
Christmas to you one and all,
now onward sail
This is just another humble
Pidgeon
Potter's tale
Now in those dark days and
even darker nights
There was much rejoicing,
there were festive fights
But the thing I best recall
was what a laugh
That we had with front of
house and kitchen staff
There were some disasters,
there were sometimes tears
But the roar of
Christmas echoes down the years
With the office parties and
the restaurant full
The bosses and the
secretaries on the ball
Merry
Christmas to you boys and girls,
now drink your ale
This is just a humble
Es sex kitchen porter's
tale
Meanwhile in
December chill,
a priest walks briskly up
East
Hill
And he opens up the doors of
St.
James the
Great
And the bells ring
Christmas
Day
We were all much younger than us,
you may be
With a
Christmas crush you have a secret
Which can never happen if
the parts don't fit
Trust me now, you'll all get over it
For the buff young potters
all become old men
And the girls they fancy
will be old as them
With their wildflower summers
underneath the plough
Learn to recognise your
good times now
Merry
Christmas boys and girls
Don't let that love -like fail
This is just another humble kitchen potter's
tale
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