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The Puzzlers - Christmas in Puzzlerville Lyrics




Today's the first day this year
Saw a gritter on the bridge
And that just might explain why
I'm doing 90 in a fridge

Speeding to a place of work
I do not even like
And a boss whose head I'd like to see
On the end of a sharp spike

I come to this soulless office five days a week
To earn a crust and get me through to the weekend so to speak
I turn up ready to go home, one day my boss will click
On a Friday when I don't come in, I'm not really sick

I procrastinate throughout the day, I do very little work
Unless the foreman, he's about, the bossy little jerk
He stomps around the office and he likes to scream and shout
But what he doesn't know is at the Christmas do
I'm gonna knock him out

I'm gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

So it's here again, it's winter and the snow covers the land
Our bosses make us productive with a big stick in their hands
With promises of bonuses, we'll be the best team about
But what he doesn't know is at the Christmas do
We're gonna knock him out

We're gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
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Today's the first day this year
Saw a gritter on the bridge
And that just might explain why
I'm doing 90 in a fridge

Speeding to a place of work
I do not even like
And a boss whose head I'd like to see
On the end of a sharp spike

I come to this soulless office five days a week
To earn a crust and get me through to the weekend so to speak
I turn up ready to go home, one day my boss will click
On a Friday when I don't come in, I'm not really sick

I procrastinate throughout the day, I do very little work
Unless the foreman, he's about, the bossy little jerk
He stomps around the office and he likes to scream and shout
But what he doesn't know is at the Christmas do
I'm gonna knock him out

I'm gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
I'm gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

So it's here again, it's winter and the snow covers the land
Our bosses make us productive with a big stick in their hands
With promises of bonuses, we'll be the best team about
But what he doesn't know is at the Christmas do
We're gonna knock him out

We're gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho

Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Gonna knock him out
Ho ho ho ho
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Writer: Andy Morrison, Gordon Tosh, Jim Dorman, Jim McKellan
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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