Hey Dan, it's Joe here
I hope you're keepin' well
It's 21st of December
Now they're ringin' the last bell
I get good behaviour
I get out of here by July
I want to kiss my kids on Christmas Day
Please don't let 'em cry for me
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I guess the brothers are drivin' down from Queensland
Stella's flyin' in from the coast
They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe
That won't stop the roast
Who's gonna make the gravy now?
Bet it won't taste the same
Just add flour, salt, a little red wine
And don't forget a dollop of tomato sauce for sweetness
And add extra tang
And give my love to Angus
And to Frank and Dolly
Tell 'em all I'm sorry, screwed up this time
Look after Rita, I'll be thinkin' of her
Early Christmas mornin' when I'm standin' in line
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I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend
Hope he can hold his own
Remember the last one?
Just a little too much cologne
Even gonna miss Roger (Roger)
'Cause there sure as hell no one in here I wanna fight
Praise the Baby Jesus
Have a Merry Christmas
I'm really gonna miss it
All the treasure and the trash
Later in the evening
I can just imagine
Put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back
And you'll dance with Rita
I know you really like her
Just don't hold her too close
Oh brother, please don't stab me in the back
I didn't mean to say that
It's just my mind, it plays up
Multiplies each matter
Turns imagination into fact
You know I love her badly
She's the one to save me
I'm gonna make some gravy
I'm gonna taste the fat
Tell her that I'm sorry
Yeah, I love her badly
Tell 'em all I'm sorry and
Kiss the sleepin' children for me
You know one of these days
I'll be makin' gravy
I'll be makin' plenty
I'm gonna pay 'em all back