Direct from the West End of Ampthill, an interpretation of The Sun has got his Hat on:
11 o clock bells are ringing,
The throng is set and willing,
Soon we'll be out in shiggy
So pack of you go on your way.
The Old Sun has got a Hash On
Chips, chips chips OK!
Subby has a sex toy,
And is coming out to play.
Underlay's found some falsies
Rapid led them all astray
So set off down the footpath
Shouting "it's not this way"
Count Roadkill is excited
Lady P is delighted
The gate has a rude word
But sh:t, twas not that way
The Old Sun has got a Hash On
Chips, chips chips OK!
Shagpile has a hangover,
And is not drinking today.
And now the rain is falling
DE finds it appalling
She packs her bags, heads to her car
And won't be seen today
Blowfelt leads the pack back
Short cut by the old shack
All in within the hour
So no lost souls today
The Old Sun has got a Hash On
Chips, chips chips OK!
Knobber has a Down Down,
for being bright and gay.
Pongo was not in attendance
But still worthy of a mention
The trail was short, no lost paths
He would have been happier today
The Old Sun has got a Hash On
Chips, chips chips OK!
Next week our New Year's meal,
Set by Subby, Peachers and Underlay
Wurdz Laureate Rapid Withdrawal