Nothing’s good on boxing day
No one is here to stay
Every time I see your faces
I wish I did it on a daily basis

Jokes to be told and songs to be sung
We're all getting old, but tonight we are young
We're shouting it out from the top of our lungs
Tonight there's no doubt we’ll show all how it’s done

Not a single day with nothing to do
When I was heading out then so were you
Wednesday, Friday and Saturday too
We kept it alive and we kept it true

Always the same bar and same routine
We wore the same shoes
Same shirt and same jeans

Jokes to be told and songs to be sung
We're all getting old, but tonight we are young
We're shouting it out from the top of our lungs
Tonight there's no doubt we’ll show all how it’s done