Christmas List for Santa
All I want for Christmas is a toy-boy
Six feet tall with eyes of brown or grey
Yes all I want dear Santa is a boy toy
Unwrapped so I can try him right away
Now Santa let’s be honest, I’m not fussy
As long as he’s eighteen I ‘m sure I’ll cope
Hell, no-one called Disraeli’s wife a hussy
So how about it Santa any hope?
Just let me give your reindeers a description
He should be tanned and slim and fit and fair
A pity you can’t get them on prescription
Cos then I’d order two and keep a spare.
So Santa, here’s your mince pie and your brandy
One thing before I go - oh silly me
At the risk of sounding positively randy
To turn one on where do you put the key?