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Now here's a little story
To tell it is a must
About an unsung hero
That brightens up x-mas.

Some people make some cards,
Others buy ‘em in;
My old man he buy’s lights:
Along with all his street.

Oh, my old man's a nutter,
He does his house up bright,
He raises money for charity
It’s a wonderful sight.
He looks a proper nana
When he dresses as santa Claus,
He's got such a job to keep warm
‘Cause it’s bloomin cold outdoors.

The people of Highfield Raod,
A street in Flitton, Beds,
They all go out of their way
To decorate their homes.
Now one old man named Ken
He goes over the top,
A helicopter on the roof
A load more on the walls.

Oh, my old man's a nutter,
He does his house up bright,
He raises money for charity
It’s a wonderful sight.

Lonnie: I say, I say, Les.
Les: Yes?
Lonnie: I saw santa on my holiday.
Les: Well how do you do know it was santa?
Lonnie: It was a Ho-ho-tel!

Though my old man's a nutter,
He's got an 'eart of gold,
Every night from dark ‘til late
He stands out in the cold.
We said "'Ere, hang on, Dad,
You're bloomin mad you know";
He said "Well, it makes me happy
All we need now is snow."

Oi! my old man's a nutter,
He does his house up bright,
He raises money for charity
It’s a wonderful sight.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Huh?
Lonnie: I saw a reindeer this morning.
Les: How do you know it was a reindeer!
Lonnie: well, it wasn’t a horse with antenna.

Now one day whilst in a hurry,
Early he turned his lights off:
He hadn't gone but a few yards
When a load came from the pub.
"What game do you think you're playing?"
They cried right from the 'eart,
"We’ve missed ‘em, are we too late?"
"No, wait for just one moment!"

Oi! my old man's a nutter,
He does his house up bright,
He raises money for charity
It’s a wonderful sight.

Lonnie: I say, I say, I say!
Les: Not you again!
Lonnie: Why does santa go down chimneys?
Les: Because he can’t find the door?
Lonnie: Nah, because it soots him!

He found a set of bells one day
Nailed to a piece of wood
They looked so dull and miserable,
A bulb inside each he put.
Just then from out a window
A voice began to wail,
It said "Oi! Where's me santa's head?"
"Up there on a nail."

Oi! my old man's a nutter,
He does his house up bright,
He raises money for charity
It’s a wonderful sight.
Next time you see a santa
Looking all bright and glad,
Please smile and give him a wave:
It might be my old dad.