text: : 
  Evrywhere its Christmas,
  Evrywhere its song.
  London, Paris, Rome and New York,
  Tokyo, Hong Kong.
  Oh, evrywhere its Christmas,
  And Im off to join the cheer!
  Evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  Oh, evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  I said that evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  One more time now!
  Evrywhere its Christmas....
  Orowainya, orowainya, orowainya, ooh,
  Endomainya, endomainya, endomainya, ooh.
  : Our story opens in Corsica. On the verandah is a bearded man in glasses conducting a small choir.
  : 
  Orowainya, orowainya, orowainya....
  Yohoo! Yodellaihetee! Yohoo!
  : Meanwhile, high in the Swiss Alps, two elderly Scotchmen munch on a rare cheese.
  : Wonderful stuff this, Agnes.
  : Aye, its wonderful stuff.
  : 
  Hodellaihetee! Yodellaihetee!
  : Im standing in the entrance to the main tent. Immediately behind me, the festivities have already begun.
  : Tell me, are you enjoying the wine?
  : I am indeed your Highness. It goes well with me. 
  : The King seems to be enjoying himself tonight! 
  : Is there a doctor here? Is there a doctor around here? Did anybody see one?
  : At the same time as this, in the captains mess on board the H.M.S. Tremendous, a toast is being proposed.
  : To her majesty!
  : To her majesty!
  : Podgy the bear and Jasper were huddled around the unlit fire in the centre of the room. There are no more matches left, Podgy, said Jasper. Then buy some, Jasper, old friend, said Podgy. Make a list and afterwards well go to the shop and buy matches and candles and buns. Theres no more paper to write on, Podgy No need to worry, Jasper. You keep saying to yourself matches and Ill keep saying candles until we reach the shop. Then we wont need to write it down. Well remember. Wholl remember the buns, Podgy? We both will, Jasper ... Matches, Candles. Matches. Candles. Matches. Candles. Matches. Candles. Matches. Candles.
  : In the long dark corridors of Felpin Mansions, a door slams and the shadowy figure of Count Balder appears. The Count is the eccentric son of Baron Lndsberg, the inventor of the rack. He speaks Guten Tagen, meinen damen and herren. Welcome to Felpin Mansions. The butler will show you to your rooms. Butler! Yes, sir! Show the ladies and gentlemen to their rooms.
  : Come in.
  : May I come in?
  : Come, come in, Count!
  : May I?
  : Oh, yes, come in.
  : Ah, thank you. I was wondering if you knew any of the songs from the good ol days.
  : Oh, my goodness, yes. Dont you worry on that score. I hear the Baron likes, uh, I hear the Baron likes the good old tunes.
  : Yes, I do.
  : So do I, Count, so do I. But theyre all melodies, arent they?
  : No, dont worry. Ill play this one. Do you like this one? Listen to this one.
  : 
  Please dont bring your banjo bag,
  I know where its been.
  I wasnt hardly gone a day
  When it became the scene.
  Banjos, banjos all the time,
  I cant forget that tune.
  : 
  And if I ever see another banjo,
  Im going out to buy a big balloon,
  And if I ever see another banjo,
  Im going out to buy a big balloon,
  And if I ever see another banjo,
  Im going out to buy a toy balloon,
  And if I ever see another banjo,
  Im going out to buy a toy balloon,
  And if I ever see another bloom,
  Im going out to buy a toy balloon,
  : Yes, everywhere its Christmas.
  : 
  Evrywhere its Christmas,
  Evrywhere its song.
  London, Paris, Rome and New York,
  Tokyo, Hong Kong.
  Oh, evrywhere its Christmas,
  And im off to join the cheer!
  Evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  Oh, evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  I said that evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year!
  One more time now!
  Evrywhere its Christmas,
  At the end of evry year,
  : Jolly good, jolly good.