It's over now you've had your fun
Get up them stairs go on quickly
Don't run, take off your shoes the both of you's
Leave them down, outside the door
Turn the landing light off
No wait, leave it on
It might make the night that much easier
To be gone and in the morning
Who'll be wide awake and eating snow flakes
As opposed to those flakes?
We will, we will
That afternoon we spent the day
With Uncle Frank and his wife Auntie Mae
Well, do you know since then
I've received up to four letters
All of which repeat the same they say?
Thrilled to bits, can't believe you came
We've relieved it both over, time and time again
And if there's even a chance
Or even half you might be our way
Would you promise to stay?
We will, we will
Oh, it's not easy pretending
That you cannot hear once you've suffered
The affliction within, it's no use
In an ending to proclaim from the start
That the moral of the stories to begin
On Sunday next, if the weather holds
We'll have that game but I bagsy-being-in-goal
Not because I'm good or because I think
I should it's just that, well, at my age
I think standing still would really suit me best
Do we all agree? Hands up those who do
Hands up those who don't, I see
Well, in that case, will we please be kind enough
If not on Sunday, to go to mass on Monday?
We will, we will, we will
