"Wishing I Were Santa"

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I look for a smile
Like hunger during a meeting
It lasts a lifetime...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I wish to be free
And have my name on all the gifts
Under the neighbours' tree...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where I long for just one
One perfect cup of coffee
That makes me lose a tonne...

Oh that bluesy feeling
Where I'm cold all day
And I miss the words of warmth
Coz I'm talking all the way...

Oh that blusey feeling
Where chocolate is the only cure
No time to blush, feel shy
Gulp one and drive away the bore...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which just grows and grows and grows
Cherry red on Santa's clothes
It's there, but doesn't show...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which makes me wanna sing out loud
Like an out-of-tune partridge shrill
Yet manage to keep the crowd...

Oh that blusey feeling
Which compares none other
Oh that blusey feeling
PMS's very own mother..
Oh that blusey feeling
Fogs the head all day
Oh that blusey feeling
Makes december feel like may..
Oh that blusey feeling
Slimy and persistent, stays long
Oh that blusey feeling
The worst, second only to a frog..
Oh that blusey feelingEvil eye with a smirk
Oh that blusey feeling
My christmas tree at work..!