Boxing Day sales - Richard Dawson

Lyrics by：Richard Dawson

Composed by：Richard Dawson

Produced by：Richard Dawson/Sam Grant

The streets are heaving and it's starting to hail

Golfballs of ice upon the Boxing Day Sales

We spot each other through a mannequin's reflection

Sheltering under the eaves of French Connection

Over a scone is Ellie still tap-dancing?

Has Jenny kept up with her synchronised swimming?

And are things any better between you and Tom?

I'm so tired of hearing these awful Christmas songs

Time to change the record

A howl of blizzard hurls the cafe door ajar

You owe it to yourself

A drawing tablet with a 30\" screen

A hulking Stainless-Steel espresso machine

Green amber earrings noise-cancelling headphones

Cranes paused mid-flight on a quilted kimono

You can't afford to not own this

Go on you owe it to yourself