Текст песни
Verse1
Our children’s concentration spans are at an all time low,
Which leads to much frustration with rehearsals on the go.
These showtime preparations seem to take up all the day.
At parent consultations we won’t have a lot to say!
Verse 2
We haven’t had a chance to dance, the hall is out of use.
It’s pointless even asking ’cause they’ll only blow a fuse.
This Christmas show obsession is a lesson for us all.
Who’ll pick up all the pieces when the jigsaw starts to fall?
Chorus
We can’t put up with this disruption
This whole show is such a pain,
And how much longer do we have to wait?
Just one more day will be too many,
One more song will drive us mad….
And when all this is over we’ll be glad!
Verse 3
We never seem to have much time to set the hall for lunch.
These ne’er do well theatricals are such a tardy bunch.
The eggs are hard as concrete, and the sausages are black.
We’ll all know who to blame
When parents want their money back!
Chorus We can’t put up….
Verse 4
We’re looking pale, our bodies frail, our brains are on the slide.
We’re always told ‘It’s far too cold for games to be outside’.
It’s either that or getting fat through lack of exercise.
The hall will seem just like a dream – a PE Paradise!
Chorus We can’t put up….
Repeat And when all this is over we’ll be glad! x2