A special song written for the 26 of Dec 2007 in Sheedys – a great night…
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
An island shaped like a palm tree,
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
2 Al Murjans,
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
3 Fendi Bags,
On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
4 Calling Mullahs,
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
5 Diamonds from Phil,
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
6 Lakes a Leaking,
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
7 Sheikhs a smiling,
On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
8 Expats Whining,
On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
9 Nine Wests,
On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
10 Towers Tilting,
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
11 Roads for Tolling,
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me;
12 Drillers Drilling.
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God rest ye merry gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Brendan Noonan
Is bound to have his way
To save us all on DVD
With backing tracks of joy
And captions so witty and so coy
Witty and coy
With captions so witty and so coy
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Motorbikes can be a folly,
Fa la la……
Poor Emon was not that jolly
Fa la la……
But the leg is now much better
Fa la la………….
That’s ten more dirhams for Cormac’s treasure
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Cormac the red nosed banker
Bet you’ve never seen him doze
Be it at the Wharf or Fairmont
Wherever wine and champers flows
All of the other bankers
Would like to laugh and call him names
But they’ll never beat our Cormac
At signing all those big customer names
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I’m dreaming of a Dubai Christmas
NOT like the ones we used to know
Where the swimming pools glisten
And the traders listen
To hear if the dollar peg will go
I’m dreaming of a Dubai Christmas
With every mail and text I write
May your maids from Kerala be bright
And may all your Christmasses be like tonight