-> "The Emergency Call Waiting Song"
Original Song Title:
"Twelve Days of Christmas"
Parody Song Title:
"The Emergency Call Waiting Song"
The Lyrics
On the first ring of waiting for my emergency
A burglar broke in and robbed me
On the second ring of waiting for my emergency
Two drug-crazed hippies
And their dealer broke in and robbed me
On the third ring of waiting for my emergency
Three doped-up junkies
Two big alsatians
And a bent copper came and robbed me
On the fourth ring of waiting for my emergency
Four-nicating youngsters
Three used-up condoms
Two odd positions
And some kind of a shoot for page 3
On the fifth ring of waiting for my emergency
Five more rings
Four-ced entery
Free-loading ****s
Too annoyed for words
And another bastard came to rob me
On the sixth ring of waiting for my emergency
Six nasty stab-wounds
Five bleeding holes
Four stitches needed
Three tetanus jabs
Two pints of blood
In a transfusion needed for me
On the seventh ring of waiting for my emergency
Seven drinks for comfort
Six wounds a-bleeding
Five bloody towels
Four-bearance needed
Three-zing my balls off
To-urniquet tightened
And a virtual lobotomy
On the eighth ring of waiting for my emergency
Eight guys arrested
Seven wounds a-bleeding
Six months remanded
Five years to serve
Four failed appeals
Three years' remission
Too well-behaved
And they're out, now they're out to get me
On the ninth ring of waiting for my emergency
Nine nine nine dialed [or 9-1-1 if you prefer]
Eight wounds a-bleeding
Seven fingers missing
Six on the floor
Five fingerprints
Four-ensic science
Three suspects
Two or less arrests
And some cop film that's on the TV
On the tenth ring of waiting for my emergency
Ten pints of lager
Nine wounds a-bleeding
Eight odd intruders
Seven swingers swinging
Six geezers laying
Five dangly "things"
Four fingers used
Three-some with Rover
Two running cameras
And a DVD copy for me
On the eleventh ring of waiting for my emergency
Eleven double-brandies
Ten wounds a-bleeding
Nine bottles, broken
Eight glasses splattered
Seven saucers smashing
Sick's heaved all over
Five minutes' peace
Four what it's worth
Three hours for clean-up
Two bins full
And a phone that still rings endlessly
On the twelfth ring of waiting for my emergency
Twelve large tequilas
Eleven wounds a-bleeding
Ten pimps a-pimping
Nine dealers dealing
Eight kilos smuggling
Seven mill for laundering
Six gangstas shooting
Five hours on hold
Four-gotten why
Free-zer full of dope
Too pissed to think
And then the police at last answered me...
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