God rest you merry drug dealers,

Let nothing you dismay,

Remember Dave, your Saviour

Has nothing bad to say;

About the profits you will make

While leading kids astray.

 

(Refrain)

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

In London and in all England,  

Your blessed trade was born,

And doing well as clearly planned,

Upon this blessed morn;

Despite the works of cops and courts,

With faces all forlorn.

 

(Refrain)

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

From Vaz our parliamentary Dad,

A blessed message came;

And unto certain people,

Appeared quite right and sane;

How that in Westminster was born,

The need to change our game.

 

(Refrain)

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

The people at those tidings

Rejoiced much to know,

And thought that change was following,

But Dave he just said no,

I will not listen to the facts,

Which was shameful blow.

 

(Refrain)

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy,

O tidings of comfort and joy.

 

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About tomclloyd

International Drug Policy Adviser and former UK Chief Constable
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