We’re stopping in our guest house,
And met some nice old dears,
We listen to their chatter,
Of all the passing years.
You can’t help feeling sorry,
When up the stairs they climb,
They really have to take their time,
Once up there they are fine.
There’s been a lot of fun,
Although they may be old,
It doesn’t stop them dancing,
I love it you are told.
We’ve got some karaoke,
It’s fun to have a go,
And this sweet old lady sang a song,
She’s eighty three you know.
But getting up the stairs well that’s another thing,
She has to crawl up on her fours,
Thank God there aren’t any doors,
On the stairs that is.
We’ve also got some cheeky lads,
Who really misbehave,
They’re not too small then they aint too tall,
Certainly not big enough to shave.
But mostly they’re a happy lot,
And having such great fun,
I don’t know what I’ll do,
If Keith grabs hold of me bum.
The time we’ve had this Christmas,
It really has been great,
Especially coming here,
With my best mate.