Song | The 25th of December 1969 |
Artist | May Blitz |
Album | The 2nd of May |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Black, Clark, Hudson, Newman | |
It was Christmas day in North Acton | |
And the turkey promised a treat | |
But unfortunately stayed in his wrapping | |
In the butchers just over the street | |
My cooker, you see, was too tiny | |
To taste such traditional fare | |
And I'm not really a bit eater | |
And there was nobody present to share | |
It was Christmas day in North Africa | |
But Nigeria had forgotten the date | |
Sanctioned myrrh from all mankind | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
It was the day after Christmas in the South | |
And relatives out in the crowd | |
Shared a final family reunion | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
So I settled for steak pie and onions | |
Supplemented with Shreddies and beer | |
Not the common meals delight, I admit it | |
But what did they eat over there? | |
"Merry Christmas" | |
"Pass the Shreddies... any beer left?" | |
"This steaks really good." | |
"Any skins down down there?" | |
"Any more steak pie" | |
"This almost takes like turkey this does" |
zuo qu : Black, Clark, Hudson, Newman | |
It was Christmas day in North Acton | |
And the turkey promised a treat | |
But unfortunately stayed in his wrapping | |
In the butchers just over the street | |
My cooker, you see, was too tiny | |
To taste such traditional fare | |
And I' m not really a bit eater | |
And there was nobody present to share | |
It was Christmas day in North Africa | |
But Nigeria had forgotten the date | |
Sanctioned myrrh from all mankind | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
It was the day after Christmas in the South | |
And relatives out in the crowd | |
Shared a final family reunion | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
So I settled for steak pie and onions | |
Supplemented with Shreddies and beer | |
Not the common meals delight, I admit it | |
But what did they eat over there? | |
" Merry Christmas" | |
" Pass the Shreddies... any beer left?" | |
" This steaks really good." | |
" Any skins down down there?" | |
" Any more steak pie" | |
" This almost takes like turkey this does" |
zuò qǔ : Black, Clark, Hudson, Newman | |
It was Christmas day in North Acton | |
And the turkey promised a treat | |
But unfortunately stayed in his wrapping | |
In the butchers just over the street | |
My cooker, you see, was too tiny | |
To taste such traditional fare | |
And I' m not really a bit eater | |
And there was nobody present to share | |
It was Christmas day in North Africa | |
But Nigeria had forgotten the date | |
Sanctioned myrrh from all mankind | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
They delivered the presents of hate | |
It was the day after Christmas in the South | |
And relatives out in the crowd | |
Shared a final family reunion | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
Boxing the dead in white shrouds | |
So I settled for steak pie and onions | |
Supplemented with Shreddies and beer | |
Not the common meals delight, I admit it | |
But what did they eat over there? | |
" Merry Christmas" | |
" Pass the Shreddies... any beer left?" | |
" This steaks really good." | |
" Any skins down down there?" | |
" Any more steak pie" | |
" This almost takes like turkey this does" |