Post by Nuala Bowtitt on Jul 30, 2008 12:13:12 GMT
LEICESTERSHIRE TOGFEST (Marakkesh Express)
Looking at her roadmap with a slightly jaundiced eye,
‘I got lost the last time’ she remembers with a si..i..i..i..igh
She’ll get there, no probs this time
Via the route she got on line
Hoping that she’s not a gibbering wreck….
By the time she gets there.
Hells and Tude will book her in
Waiting in the library with a great big welcome gri..i..i..i..in
Issue Tog shirts, badges too,
Lists of what/what not to do
‘Here’s your key, now go and settle in’
Oh let me tell you now..
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest?
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest
She’ll be weekending with the rest
On the Board – Tog’s Board
On the Board – Tog’s Board
She’s been saving all her money just to buy the fuel
She doesn’t go far as a ru..u..u..u..u..ule.
Starts unpacking once she’s nestled in her room
Gets the whiskey out to give her some vavoo..voo..voo..voo..voom
Joins the Togs to stand in line
Togshirt, badge, she’s looking fine
Thoughts of STW make her swoon.
From her case she takes her hairbrush and some slap
Silk pyjamas if she needs to take a na..a..a..a..ap,
Posh frock for the dinner date
Get the slap on, can’t be late
Then off to join the Friday night claptrap
So let me tell you now…
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest…
There’s a party in the kitchen, she will meet you there.
You may smell vomit in her hair…..
At the fancy dress she doesn’t stand a chance.
What‘s a Guatemalan dress like? Someone know, percha..ha..ha..ha..hance?
Grabs a shawl and long dark wig
Fishnet tights then hits the gig
P’raps with pZ she can nab a dance
Too much booze will send her reeling cross the floor
Should have learned her lesson from the time befor..or..or..or..ore
Never mind, she’ll sober up
With a steaming coffee cup
At the late night party there’ll be more
Don’t you know she’s going to…..
Sunday morning and she crawls out of her bed
Scrambled eggs are on but she’ll have juice inste..ea..ea..ead
Sits there quietly in the hall
Tries her hardest to recall
What she did with whom and what was said.
All too soon she’ll pack the car, select the gear
Won’t believe it’s over for another ye..e..e..e..ear
Maybe shed a tear or two
But memories will get her through
All those lovely Togs and all that beer
Next year another one
Don’t you know she’s going……
Looking at her roadmap with a slightly jaundiced eye,
‘I got lost the last time’ she remembers with a si..i..i..i..igh
She’ll get there, no probs this time
Via the route she got on line
Hoping that she’s not a gibbering wreck….
By the time she gets there.
Hells and Tude will book her in
Waiting in the library with a great big welcome gri..i..i..i..in
Issue Tog shirts, badges too,
Lists of what/what not to do
‘Here’s your key, now go and settle in’
Oh let me tell you now..
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest?
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest
She’ll be weekending with the rest
On the Board – Tog’s Board
On the Board – Tog’s Board
She’s been saving all her money just to buy the fuel
She doesn’t go far as a ru..u..u..u..u..ule.
Starts unpacking once she’s nestled in her room
Gets the whiskey out to give her some vavoo..voo..voo..voo..voom
Joins the Togs to stand in line
Togshirt, badge, she’s looking fine
Thoughts of STW make her swoon.
From her case she takes her hairbrush and some slap
Silk pyjamas if she needs to take a na..a..a..a..ap,
Posh frock for the dinner date
Get the slap on, can’t be late
Then off to join the Friday night claptrap
So let me tell you now…
Don’t you know she’s going to the Leicestershire Togfest…
There’s a party in the kitchen, she will meet you there.
You may smell vomit in her hair…..
At the fancy dress she doesn’t stand a chance.
What‘s a Guatemalan dress like? Someone know, percha..ha..ha..ha..hance?
Grabs a shawl and long dark wig
Fishnet tights then hits the gig
P’raps with pZ she can nab a dance
Too much booze will send her reeling cross the floor
Should have learned her lesson from the time befor..or..or..or..ore
Never mind, she’ll sober up
With a steaming coffee cup
At the late night party there’ll be more
Don’t you know she’s going to…..
Sunday morning and she crawls out of her bed
Scrambled eggs are on but she’ll have juice inste..ea..ea..ead
Sits there quietly in the hall
Tries her hardest to recall
What she did with whom and what was said.
All too soon she’ll pack the car, select the gear
Won’t believe it’s over for another ye..e..e..e..ear
Maybe shed a tear or two
But memories will get her through
All those lovely Togs and all that beer
Next year another one
Don’t you know she’s going……