Where are the boxers?
Where are the boys who wear the boxers?
Where is the booze for the boys in the boxers,
Bring them to us, for it is Boxing Day!
If the boxers aren’t boxing,
And the boys aren’t boozing,
Then we will be blazing till morning is nigh.
If blazes aren’t blazing,
And boozers aren’t boozing,
Then we will be blazing till morning is high.
The blackout is burning,
My brain cells are turning,
My stomach is churning.
The beats aren’t bumping.
Boys aren’t boozing.
And boxers aren’t boxing.
What the hell is this holiday for?