Give us the figgy pudding and nobody gets hurt!
*no one gets hurt
To fit the syllables to the notes
Oh give us a figgy pudding, give us a figgy pudding, give us a figgy pudding, and we’ll release your kids.
“So your end of the year song is 5 verses of you recounting the times you and your mate went on a rager with increasingly concerning acts of small vandalism under the influence of a drink”
“That’s right.”
“And it’s called Old Lang Syne?”
“Yes”
"But it’s really about the acts of vandal-
“-it’s about good will to all men through the shared imbibification of a nostalgic drink, you pissant!”
“Piggy pudding?!” -Miss Piggy
“No, figgy pudding. Filled with figs” -Gonzo
“Oh, sorry”
“… and bacon”
“WHAT?!!”
Given the Wassailing history of may Xmas traditions.
A noisy song demanding food is not exactly out of place.
