Hey there internets,
we don’t want you to fret,
but we're not doing splendidly
It is very cold,
It is very cold,
out here in the snow,
without our friend David Bellamy
Bill Oddie's doing stuff,
Bill Oddie's doing stuff,
but it's not enough,
so can you do one thing for me?
We have had to fight,
for every single bite,
while you scoff your Christmas tea
That is why we say,
That is why we say,
oh yes
yet again,
can you do one thing for me?
Breathing places,
Breathing places,
space to roam,
some where that I can call a home.
Wish I could be safe and sound,
Wish I could be safe and sound,
in a bucket underneath the ground…
Wish I had a home for Christmas…
Wish I had a home for Christmas…