Chris Rea
Chris Rea - Joys Of Christmas lyrics
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I see all the tough guys still not 25 Dying on their feet Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes And still out on the street Well, they got no money, nowhere to go Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night He says he's OK Going down to the workies club (that's a laugh) To buy something strong and take the pain away Joys of Christmas Joys of Christmas Northern style Flashing Christmas light of police blue Go spinning down the street Women try to drag the men from pubs Into the stores And work hands in empty pockets deep We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourselves the best He says he's OK, out of work and fighting Is all he's ever known And laughs and says I worry too much anyway Joys of Christmas Joys of Christmas Northern style Let's drink to the likes of Jim Before we all go insane And please don't ask me why It'll take too long to explain Joys of Christmas