It's over now you've had your fun Get up them stairs go on quickly Don't run Take off your shoes the both of you's Leave them down outside the door Turn the landing light off, No wait, leave it on, It might make the night That much easier to be gone And in the morning who'll be wide awake And eating snowflakes As opposed to those flakes. We will, we will That afternoon we spent the day With uncle Frank and his wife auntie Mae Well do you know since then I've received up to four letters All of which repeat the same They say thrilled to bits Can't believe you came We've relived it both Over time and time again And if there's even a chance Or even half you might be our way Would you promise to stay We will, we will Oh it's not easy pretending that you cannot hear Once you've suffered the affliction within It's no use in an ending to proclaim from the start That the moral of the story's to begin. On Sunday next if the weather holds We'll have that game But I bagsy-being-in-goal Not because I'm good Or because I think I should It's just that well at my age I think standing still Would really suit me best Do we all agree? Hands up those who do, Hands up those who don't I see well in that case Will we please be kind enough If not on Sunday, To go to mass on Monday We will, we will, we will