Oh the first knight of Christmas, he proposed to me, A flat ride out to Hornsea.
Oh the second knight of Christmas, he advised to me, wear two pairs of gloves on a flat ride out to Hornsea.
Oh the third knight of Christmas, truly said to me, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea.
Oh the fourth knight of Christmas, he did cuss to me, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea.
Oh the fifth knight of Christmas, he complained to me, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the sixth knight of Christmas, pointed out to me, Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the seventh knight of Christmas, whispered in my ear, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the eighth knight of Christmas, shouted out to me, wait shades are melting, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the ninth knight of Christmas, shouted out to me, my buddies panting, wait shades are melting, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the tenth knight of Christmas, shouted out to me, tend brakes are squeaking, my buddies panting, wait shades are melting, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the eleventh knight of Christmas, shouted out to me, heavens summers coming, tend brakes are squeaking, my buddies panting, wait shades are melting, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea
Oh the twelfth knight of Christmas, shouted out to me, twelve riders riding, heaven summers coming, tend brakes are squeaking, my buddies panting, wait shades are melting, the peloton is grinning , Slicks they are fraying, My old limbs, four swear words, we’re best friends, wear two pairs of gloves, on a flat ride out to Hornsea