Graham is having trouble with sex toys that have no batteries, trees that shed their needles too early and cheap tat from Petticoat Lane that falls apart before you get home - and haven't we all been there? - on this anger strewn singalong anthem.
Pull that festive ale out and get singing.
Everybody's talkin' about / the kisses and the hugs / and all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs / but all I see are lager louts / shoplifters and thugs / so fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs.
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