I’m
Dreaming Of A Shite Christmas
I'm dreaming of a shite Christmas
Not like the ones I used to know
Where Santa’s in prison
And no-one listens
To hear Wizzard singing on the radio
I'm dreaming of a shite Christmas
With every turkey that I stuff
May all your cranberries be enough
And may your pudding be plum duff
I'm dreaming of a shite Christmas
Not like the ones I used to know
Where poor kids’ noses glisten
And the drunkards pissin’,
To write their names in yellow snow
Yes, I'm dreaming of a shite Christmas
With every satsuma that I bite
May your nights be drunken and tight
And may all your Christmases be shite
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