Cliff Richard - Mistletoe and Wine

The night has dragged on, I wake with a yawn
It's 2AM, I make way to head on
As I stumble, my gut groans
Taste buds wet, the plate sits aglow, they're

Custard creams, in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers

I cough and splutter, throat smothered by dry crumbs
I Heimlich myself, clearing my lungs
I can't stop myself as I reach for more
Through watering eyes, I prepare myself for

Custard creams, in a spread of dreams
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers

Biscuit tins
Filled and brimmed

It's a time of grieving, a time of sorrow
I've finished the biscuits, shops shut til morrow
My biscuit dream, fleeting and quick
I lie down and begin to feel sick

Custard creams (taste divine),
in a spread of dreams (texture fine)
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers

Custard creams (taste divine),
in a spread of dreams (texture fine)
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers

Custard creams (taste divine),
in a spread of dreams (texture fine)
Stuffing my mouth full to the seams
With crumbly casing, soft cream in the core
The ideal choice to fill up your drawers