Dashing through the hills

In a Mk1 Bugeye Sprite

Lucas Tungsten bulbs

Lighting up the Night

Horns on Midgets sound

Blinkers flashing bright

What fun it is to ride and sing

A Spritely song to night

Midgets Rule, Sprites are Cool

Clubmans lead the way

Oh, what fun it is to drive

On a summer Christmas night, hey

Jingle bells, Tappets yell

The clearances are out

If Father Christmas needs some help.

We’ll call the Sprite Club out.

A day or two ago

I thought we’d take a ride

And soon, with fading light

The Sprite was rolled outside

The car was lean and clean

But misfortune struck us low

The fuel pump did fail to tick

So in an Uber we did go

Jingle Bells, Petrol Smells

The SUs failed to fire

We couldn’t have any fun that night

As something was quite dire,

Alfas Rule, Midgets are cool,

Fords they rust away

We’d hope to take a ride that night,

But we ended in an old FJ!

A day or two ago

The story I must tell

I went back to the car

And on my back I fell

As I looked across

The problem I did see

And once it had been rectified

We could quickly drive away

Blue cars rule, red cars drool

The engine’s fired up

Oh, what fun it will be to ride

In a pale blue car tonight, (right??)

Jingle bells, something smells

The oil’s sprung a leak

Oh, what fun it is to fix

A Spridget late in the week

Now all the hills are green

The A Series burbles on

The wind whips through our hair

We sing this Sprite-ing song

Drop it down a gear

Around the bend we fly

Listen to the intake roar

And race off into the night

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

Oh, what fun it is to ride

In Mk1 Sprite all day, hey

Jingle bells, jingle bells

Jingle all the way

If Santa needs a lift tonight

We can help him on his way!