Sung to the tune of We Three Kings
We’re Phinney Chorus
We’re Phinney Chorus, travelled not far
Some came by bus and others by car
Gathered together, Gortex and leather
Under the Macy’s star
O figgy pudding, figgy cakes
Figgy pies and figgy shakes
Westlake singing, voices ringing
Raising cash: what e’r it takes
Different words, familiar tune
We changed the lyrics this afternoon
Our endeavor to be clever
A carol for all to croon
O figgy pudding, figgy cakes
Figgy pies and figgy shakes
Westlake singing, voices ringing
Raising cash: what e’r it takes
A hundred bottles of nog on the wall
A hundred bottles, let’s hope they don’t fall
Take one down and pass it around
Ninety-nine bottles left in the mall
O figgy pudding, figgy cakes
Figgy pies and figgy shakes
Westlake singing, voices ringing
Raising cash: what e’r it takes
Can you believe that silly last verse
A hundred bottles, it cannot get worse
Quits we’ll call it, just open your wallet
Donate and we’ll disperse
O figgy pudding, figgy cakes
Figgy pies and figgy shakes
Westlake singing, voices ringing
Raising cash: what e’r it takes
At last we’ve reached the end of our song
A tedious trip, we dragged you along
But join us again to sing the refrain
This time with voices strong
O figgy pudding, figgy cakes
Figgy pies and figgy shakes
Westlake singing, voices ringing
Raising cash: what e’r it takes