A Friend of Mine Wrote This
It's good for a laugh, even if you aren't privy to the inside jokes.
The night before Christmas: Sasebo version
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘Bo
Not a creature was stirring, no even a ho’.
The guitars were strung in Rogiq with care
In hopes that “The Materials” soon would be there
The Essex were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of snack-bar girls danced in their heads
And Mamma-San fried her gyozo for sailors in caps
Whilst Betsy in Gramophones settled down for a nap
When out in the arcade there arose such a clatter
I stumbled up from my seat to see what was the matter
Away from the bar I flew like a flash
Until I stuck to the floor where a drink has just smashed
The moon, on the breast of a woman I don’t know
Gave the lustre of the of the mid-day to the objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature Taka and eight Rogiq reindeer
With some really ugly sailors, not lively or bright
I knew in a moment they were to blame for the fight
More rapid than eagles, Shore Patrol, they came
And whistled and shouted, it was the “Three Wise Men”
to blame.
Now Jose! Now J.B! Now J.D and coke
All of them lethal when chased by a smoke
“To the top of the town, out went the call
For a brawl in the street and a piss against a wall.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the stage
The prancing a strutting of a gay-pride parade
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Jacksea jumped off the bar with a leap and a bound
He was dressed all in brown fur from his head to his feet
And his hair was all wild like it’d never been neat
A fender guitar he’d flung on his back
He looked like a rock-god but minus the addiction to smack
And Ryo was smiling, a right jolly old elf
I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
Taka’s wink of an eye and flick of his hair
Soon gave me to know there was no Nagasausage down there!
Naoki spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And mixed his friends drinks so strong it’d cause them to jerk
And laying his finger on the camera button
He took another picture of some lamb dressed as mutton
The Materials sprang to their stage to finish their music
And Gela spent all her money, before she could lose it
But I heard her exclaim to Nao-chan and Gill
“I could do better, and next time I will”.
The night before Christmas: Sasebo version
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the ‘Bo
Not a creature was stirring, no even a ho’.
The guitars were strung in Rogiq with care
In hopes that “The Materials” soon would be there
The Essex were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of snack-bar girls danced in their heads
And Mamma-San fried her gyozo for sailors in caps
Whilst Betsy in Gramophones settled down for a nap
When out in the arcade there arose such a clatter
I stumbled up from my seat to see what was the matter
Away from the bar I flew like a flash
Until I stuck to the floor where a drink has just smashed
The moon, on the breast of a woman I don’t know
Gave the lustre of the of the mid-day to the objects below
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature Taka and eight Rogiq reindeer
With some really ugly sailors, not lively or bright
I knew in a moment they were to blame for the fight
More rapid than eagles, Shore Patrol, they came
And whistled and shouted, it was the “Three Wise Men”
to blame.
Now Jose! Now J.B! Now J.D and coke
All of them lethal when chased by a smoke
“To the top of the town, out went the call
For a brawl in the street and a piss against a wall.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the stage
The prancing a strutting of a gay-pride parade
As I drew in my head and was turning around
Jacksea jumped off the bar with a leap and a bound
He was dressed all in brown fur from his head to his feet
And his hair was all wild like it’d never been neat
A fender guitar he’d flung on his back
He looked like a rock-god but minus the addiction to smack
And Ryo was smiling, a right jolly old elf
I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself
Taka’s wink of an eye and flick of his hair
Soon gave me to know there was no Nagasausage down there!
Naoki spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And mixed his friends drinks so strong it’d cause them to jerk
And laying his finger on the camera button
He took another picture of some lamb dressed as mutton
The Materials sprang to their stage to finish their music
And Gela spent all her money, before she could lose it
But I heard her exclaim to Nao-chan and Gill
“I could do better, and next time I will”.