Classic songs for the festive season, cheerfully and irreverently reimagined for you by the Working Title Blog…
(To be sung with vim and delight to the tune of ‘Oh Come, Oh Come, Emmanuel‘)
Come closing time they ring a big brass bell
And tell the customers to go to hell
They banish us to our exile drear
Out in the street whereat there is no beer
But look! But look! There is a golden arch
Where we can burgers buy. If we quick march
Rejoice! Rejoice! A teenager called Matt
Will rescue us with saturated fat
Within that place there is a menu clear
Which promises both cheese and things of cheer
Despite the gloomy clouds of night
They offer boxes brimming with delight
But look! But look! There is a golden arch
Where we can burgers buy. If we quick march
Rejoice! Rejoice! A teenager called Matt
Will rescue us with saturated fat
Come closing time they throw us to the rain
No matter if we grumble or complain
And into exile dreary must we go
Which would be dreadful if we did not know
That over there! There is a golden arch
Where we can burgers buy. If we quick march…
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