Beard Meats Food Grab The Mince Pies Lyrics

[..the worst Christmas songs ever. Next up, it's BeardMeatsFood with "Grab the Mince Pies"]

Waking up at seven thirty
Mum's just gone and burnt the turkey
The last thing I saw were the smoke fumes
And Grandma running to the rescue
Grandma's running to the rescue
What're we gonna do Christmas dinner's ruined
It'll be fine trust me

Just grab the mince pies it'll be alright
Sit down forget the gravy
Some shots with my sister
We're pretty hammered
But stuff it it's Christmas time now
Dad's half cut and now he's dancing
While Lindsey wipes out all the candy Grandad's talking 'bout the army
While mum makes up the bacon sarnies
When my dad's on the sesh he's barmy
What're we gonna do the Christmas tree's ruined
It'll be fine trust me

Just grab the mince pies it'll be alright
Sit down forget the gravy
Some shots with my sister
We're pretty hammered
But stuff it it's Christmas time now

Pass me another portion
That Christmas day was awesome

So grab the mince pies it'll be alright
Sit down forget the gravy
Some shots with my sister
We're pretty hammered
But stuff it it's Christmas time now