6 December: I'm Going Postal for Christmas

I’m Going Postal For Christmas I’ve been cooking food for days now Turkey’s on the tray It’s way past autumn baby, no time for making hay But my lover isn’t home yet He really should be hear And my gravy’s getting weaker as I add my salty tears And she says “oh no” And she says “oh no” My lover ain’t home And my turkey’s gone cold He said she was a trifle It did not mean a thing Romance should not be stifled At an office party fling But boy when I first saw her It made alarm bells ring They’re drowning out the church bells going ding-a-ling-aling I’m basting with a vengence Cooking up a stew And in my sprouts I’m carving Some cross-hairs just for you And if Santa Claus comes sliding down that sooty Christmas flue He’s going to get what’s coming Cos these sprouts ain’t just for you