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Hello Dan, it's Joe here |
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I hope you're keeping well |
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Its the 21st of December |
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now theyre ringing the last bell |
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if I get good behaviour |
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I'll be out of here by July |
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Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas day |
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Pleeeease don't let them cry for me |
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I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland and Stella's |
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flyingin from the coast |
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They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe, but that |
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won't stop the roast |
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Who's gonna make the gravy now? |
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I bet it won't taste the same |
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Just add flour, salt, a little red wine and don't forget a dollop of |
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tomato sauce for sweetness and that extra tang |
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And give my love to Angus and to Frank and Dolly, |
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Tell 'em all I'm sorry I screwed up this time |
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And look after Rita, I'll be thinking of her early Christmas morning |
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When I'm standing in line |
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I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend, I hope he can hold his own |
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Do you remember the last one? What was his name again? |
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Just a little too much cologne |
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And Roger, you know I'm even gonna miss Roger |
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'Cause there's sure as hell no one in here I want to fight |
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Oh praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas, |
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I'm really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash |
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And later in the evening, I can just imagine, |
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You'll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back. |
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And you'll dance with Rita, I know you really like her, |
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Just don't hold her too close, oh brother please don't stab me in the |
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back. |
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I didn't mean to say that, it's just my mind it plays up, |
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Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact |
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You know I love her badly, she's the one to save me, |
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I'm gonna make some gravy, I'm gonna taste the fat |
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Tell her that I'm sorry, yeah I love her badly, tell 'em all I'm |
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sorry, |
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And kiss the sleepy children for me |
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You know one of these days, I'll be making gravy, |
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I'll be making plenty, I'm gonna pay 'em all back. |
