It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, we won’t see another one
And then he sang a song
A rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s for me and you
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
I’m Dressin’ Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas
as soon as I can get out on parole
I’ll hang out on your street
Your kids I’d love to meet
as soon as I get out of this rat hole
I won’t mind just sliding down your chimney
Cause I just spent fifteen years shovelin’ coal
I’m Dressin’ Up Like Santa Claus on Christmas
as soon as I can get out on parole
There’s a dead man up the chimney
Some call him old Saint Nick
We’ve shot him with a rifle
And we’ve poked him with a stick
Now Christmas is cancelled
Old Whitebeard is dead
We’ve tried to pull him down, we’ll have to burn him out instead
Father Christmas, give us some money
Don’t mess around with those silly toys.
We’ll beat you up if you don’t hand it over
We want your bread so don’t make us annoyed
Give all the toys to the little rich boys
And then by lucky chance I saw in a special magazine
An ad that was unusual, the like I’d never seen…!
“Experience something different with our new imported toy
She’s loving, warm, inflatible and a guarantee of joy.”
She came all wrapped in cardboard, all pink and shrivelled down
A breath of air was all she needed to make her lose that frown…
Yeah, yeah, yeah
After what you’ve meant to me
Ooh baby now
I can make it easily
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I know that we both agree
The best thing to happen to you
Is the best thing that happened to me
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelin’ stronger every day
Feelin’ stronger every day
Feelin’ stronger every day
(You know I’m alright now)
So I read about love - read it in a magazine
Read about love - Cosmo and Seventeen
Read about love - In the back of a Hustler, Hustler, Hustler
So I know what makes girls sigh
And I know why girls cry
So don’t tell me I don’t understand
What makes a woman and what makes a man
I’ve never been to heaven but at least
I’ve read about love
Sitting in the classroom, thinking it’s a drag.
Listening to the teacher rap just ain’t my bag.
School bells ring- you know that’s my cue.
I’m gonna meet the boys on Floor #2.
Smoking in the boys’ room!
Smoking in the boys’ room!
Now, Teacher, I am fully aware of the rule,
Cause everybody knows that smoking ain’t allowed in school.
Lesson one, just begun
Growing up, ain’t much fun
Grown up, out of school
Out of love and out of rules
No one there to tell me how
A different world
Teacher, Teacher, teach me now
Teacher teacher, teach me love
I can’t learn it fast enough
Teacher teacher, teach me more
I’ve got to learn to love for sure