Was suddenly quite clear.
When Carol drove into the night,
Full of Chr-ist-mas cheer.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
Her man lay in the woodland,
And she was worried sick.
But getting into her frozen car,
Meant climbing o’er a gearstick.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
She drove onto the by-pass
Heading out t’wards the trees,
Fretting about her be-lov-ed Chris,
And not noticing the Police.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
She sped along in a hurry,
Not taking too much time,
Passed a couple of keen young officers,
Eagerly fighting crime.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
With flashing lights they chased her,
Forced her to slow right down.
With growing dread she realised,
A bag soon would be blown.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
They pulled her over in a lay-by,
Breathalysed her and then,
The crystals turned a brilliant green,
Before she’d counted ten.
Although a mission of mer-cy,
Getting behind the wheel,
Having drunk two bottles of cheap white wine,
Is not what you should do.
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