Once in a royal David's city
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stood a lonely cattle shed,
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where a mother held her baby,
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you'd do well to remember the things He later said.
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When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
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You just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump;
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you're missing the point I'm sure does not need making,
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that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
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So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
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And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong.
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And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
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Remember, if you wish, this is just a Chrismas song.
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Hey, Santa, pass us that bottle over here!
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A Christmas Song
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| Jethro Tull |
