歌曲 | It's Clichéd To Be Cynical At Christmas |
歌手 | Half Man Half Biscuit |
专辑 | Trouble Over Bridgewater |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Now how did I guess | |
You were going to express | |
Your disdain at the crane | |
With the bright fairy lights | |
And you moan at the snow | |
‘Cos your car wouldn’t go | |
Oh it’s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
You don’t have a tree | |
And your smile has a fee | |
All the same, here’s a card | |
For your boring facade | |
Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
All the boys and the girls | |
Say it’s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it’s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
See how we yawn | |
At your bile and your scorn | |
It’s a beautiful day | |
Peace on Earth has been played | |
Make a noise with your toys | |
And ignore the killjoys | |
‘Cos it’s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it’s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
on Christmas Day | |
In the morning |
Now how did I guess | |
You were going to express | |
Your disdain at the crane | |
With the bright fairy lights | |
And you moan at the snow | |
' Cos your car wouldn' t go | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
You don' t have a tree | |
And your smile has a fee | |
All the same, here' s a card | |
For your boring facade | |
Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
All the boys and the girls | |
Say it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
See how we yawn | |
At your bile and your scorn | |
It' s a beautiful day | |
Peace on Earth has been played | |
Make a noise with your toys | |
And ignore the killjoys | |
' Cos it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
on Christmas Day | |
In the morning |
Now how did I guess | |
You were going to express | |
Your disdain at the crane | |
With the bright fairy lights | |
And you moan at the snow | |
' Cos your car wouldn' t go | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
You don' t have a tree | |
And your smile has a fee | |
All the same, here' s a card | |
For your boring facade | |
Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
All the boys and the girls | |
Say it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
See how we yawn | |
At your bile and your scorn | |
It' s a beautiful day | |
Peace on Earth has been played | |
Make a noise with your toys | |
And ignore the killjoys | |
' Cos it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
Oh it' s cliched | |
To be cynical | |
At Christmas | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
Come sailing in | |
I saw three ships | |
Come sailing in | |
on Christmas Day | |
In the morning |