[The Strange One]

It's December the 5th. So it's "Christmas", already.

Time for storytelling.. which doesn't have to be Christmas related, thankfully, or even a ghost story, or something heartwarming and family oriented, either.

Here's your chance to be part of a story-in-song. It doesn't have to make sense. It could be 'non-linear', whatever that means.


To start the ball rolling.

"It will soon be the festive season, on Boxing Day there'll be hunts."

Each respondent - your lyric should include one word from the previously posted lyric that your post follows.

Duplicate lyrics, or accidentally non-linking because someone got there 1st is allowable. Because it's 'that time of year', and it is a game.

[Greasy Roads]

It will soon be the festive season, on Boxing Day there'll be hunts,
There'll be no public transport to get there though, 'cos bus drivers are all cunts.

[routemaster]

Christmas day is pleasant but Boxing day falls flat,
No buses there for Greasy Roads, hard luck you fucking twat.

[Greasy Roads]

When it comes to Christmas,
The buses are a farce,
Those drivers can stick their pay rise,
Right up their fucking arse.

[routemaster]

There'll be no buses for a week, we're going out on strike.
You pensioners will have to walk, or buy a fucking bike.

[Greasy Roads]

You're lazy cunts on Teesside,
I've seen it from afar,
You can go on strike till Domesday,
I've got a fucking car.

[routemaster]

The Boro boys are angry,
About last week's big loss.
Next time they'll nick your wheels you cunt,
To let you know who's boss.

[Greasy Roads]

I was really close to the action,
Standing down the front,
The stadium was half empty,
Those Boro boys are cunts.

[The Strange One]

Another thread ruined. Can't you two follow my first post and stick to the premise?

[Greasy Roads]

Another thread ruined. Can't you two follow my first post and stick to the premise?

How did you end up on this board?
You really don't have much luck.
I'll continue slagging bus drivers off,
I couldn't give a fuck.