Rome For The Holidays
Sung by Cecily

*lights come up on Cecily, looking somewhat peeved and rather forced 
into her slinky little black cocktail dress*

Oh, there's no place like Rome for the holidays
`Cause no matter how far away you roam
Those bloody players drag you right back again.
For the holidays, they beat you up in Rome, bloody Rome.

I met a guy... Bloody hell. Tennessee? Who here is from Tennessee? I 
don't know anybody from Tennessee. I'm from London!

Angie: *mutters* Fine, fine. Skip that verse. Go on.

Cecily: Will not. *points* It'll be the same as the first. 
Anyway. I don't sing. Sounds like someone's strangling a goat. 
Couldn't you have had someone else do this?

Angie: Who? 

Cecily: Anyone else.

Angie: *darkly* Just be grateful that I didn't put you in a Santa's 
Helper suit like I did Rayya.

Cecily: *stares* Right. Shutting up now...