| Song | All I Want for Christmas Is a Dukla Prague Away Kit |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | ACD |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| There was one in the gang who had Scalextric | |
| And because of that he thought he was better than you | |
| Every day after school you’d go round there to play it | |
| Hoping to compete for some kind of championship | |
| But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up | |
| And even when you did the thing never seemed to work | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer again and again | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer that cost three pound ten | |
| So he’d send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders | |
| To get the Subbuteo out of the loft | |
| He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere | |
| The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too | |
| You’d always get palmed off with a headless centre forward | |
| And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his | |
| And he’d managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit | |
| ‘Cos his uncle owned a sports shop and he’d kept it to one side | |
| And after only five minutes you’d be down to ten men | |
| ‘Cos he’d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger | |
| And come to half time you were losing four-nil | |
| Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty | |
| So you’d smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned | |
| And the dog would bark and you’d be banned from his house | |
| And your travelling army of synthetic supporters | |
| Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin | |
| Now he’s working in a job with a future | |
| He hands me my Giro every two weeks | |
| And me I’m on the lookout for a proper transformer …errr |
| There was one in the gang who had Scalextric | |
| And because of that he thought he was better than you | |
| Every day after school you' d go round there to play it | |
| Hoping to compete for some kind of championship | |
| But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up | |
| And even when you did the thing never seemed to work | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer again and again | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer that cost three pound ten | |
| So he' d send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders | |
| To get the Subbuteo out of the loft | |
| He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere | |
| The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too | |
| You' d always get palmed off with a headless centre forward | |
| And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his | |
| And he' d managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit | |
| ' Cos his uncle owned a sports shop and he' d kept it to one side | |
| And after only five minutes you' d be down to ten men | |
| ' Cos he' d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger | |
| And come to half time you were losing fournil | |
| Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty | |
| So you' d smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned | |
| And the dog would bark and you' d be banned from his house | |
| And your travelling army of synthetic supporters | |
| Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin | |
| Now he' s working in a job with a future | |
| He hands me my Giro every two weeks | |
| And me I' m on the lookout for a proper transformer errr |
| There was one in the gang who had Scalextric | |
| And because of that he thought he was better than you | |
| Every day after school you' d go round there to play it | |
| Hoping to compete for some kind of championship | |
| But it always took about fifteen billion hours to set the track up | |
| And even when you did the thing never seemed to work | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer again and again | |
| It was a dodgy transformer again and again | |
| A dodgy transformer that cost three pound ten | |
| So he' d send his doting mother up the stairs with the stepladders | |
| To get the Subbuteo out of the loft | |
| He had all the accessories required for that big match atmosphere | |
| The crowd and the dugout and the floodlights too | |
| You' d always get palmed off with a headless centre forward | |
| And a goalkeeper with no arms and a face like his | |
| And he' d managed to get hold of a Dukla Prague away kit | |
| ' Cos his uncle owned a sports shop and he' d kept it to one side | |
| And after only five minutes you' d be down to ten men | |
| ' Cos he' d sent off your right back for taking the base from under his left winger | |
| And come to half time you were losing fournil | |
| Each and every goal a hotly disputed penalty | |
| So you' d smash up the floodlights and the match was abandoned | |
| And the dog would bark and you' d be banned from his house | |
| And your travelling army of synthetic supporters | |
| Would be taken away from you and thrown in the bin | |
| Now he' s working in a job with a future | |
| He hands me my Giro every two weeks | |
| And me I' m on the lookout for a proper transformer errr |