Your cut out and keep singalong sheet.
Please join the SS at the former site of the World Record Beating Olympic sized Ice Rink as they invite you to join in with a joyous rendition of the Smalltown Christmas song.
Scary Tale of Smalltown
It was Christmas Switch On
In old Smalltown
A councillor said to me, won’t see a better one
And then he told a tale
Of how he ‘runs this town’
I turned my back on him
And dreamed of moving.
‘Cos he’s a lucky one
Elected every time
(Although this year
by the skin of his teeth)
So happy Switch On
You’re no longer in charge
I can see a better time
When Smalltown dreams come true
They’ve got rats big as cats
They waste money for fun,
White Elephant Enclosures,
And a big iron arch
With clever accounting
They hide all the loss
And all they’ve done
Is turn Smalltown gold into dross.
You are useless
You are petty
Squire of Smalltown City
Squandering taxpayers cash
On your stupid ideas
You probably love swinging
And at night you like drinking
And sending out emails
Filled with bile and spite.
The kids of the Smalltown-Dullbridge choir
Are singing Smalltown Bay
And the lights are flicking on
And off again.
You’re a skunk
Not a hunk
You are allegedly a drunk
Sitting there, with no friends,
Your pocket full of pens.
You’re a drunk, you’re a maggot
A cheap, lying blaggart
“Happy Switch On” – I’m aghast
And pray God it’s your last
The kids of the Smalltown-Dullbridge choir
Are singing Smalltown Bay
And the lights are flicking on
And off again.
This town could have been great
If you weren’t ‘running’ it.
You took our dreams from us.
Can’t even catch a bus,
After half past five.
This Town could have a life
We’ve got dreams without you
The kids of the Smalltown-Dullbridge choir
Are singing Smalltown Bay
And the lights are flicking on
And off again.