Tracy.Tracy was angry.

a bad mood.A bad mood.

I told her,"it`s an ill wind

Blows no good.Blows no good."



Then she told me:

"Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Darwin.

Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Drwin."



I said,"Traicy,won`t you listen - this is Christmas!

Don`t you go.Don`t you go."

She said,"David,believe me,I wouldn`t miss this for the world

I`ve got to blow.I`ve got to blow."



She said again:

"Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Darwin

Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Darwin."



Now she`s gone,gone,gone

Just like the wind.

I just sigh,I just sigh,

But I`m dreaming that I`m gleaming

In her eye,in her eye.



But I`ll always hear:

"Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Darwin

Tojo never made it

Tojo never made it to Darwin."



That year,Santa never came.