Hey
Dad, it's
Joe here
I hope you're
keepin' well
It's the 21st of
December
Now they're ringin' the last
bell I get good behavior
I'll be out of here by
Ju ly
Won't you kiss my kids on
Christmas
Day
Please, don't let them cry
for me
I guess the brothers are driving
down from
Queensland
Stella's flying in from the coast
They say it's gonna be
a hundred degrees even
more maybe
But that won't stop the roast
Who's gonna make the gravy now?
I bet it won't taste the same
Just add flour, salt, a little red wine
And don't forget a dollop
of tomato sauce
And sweetness, and that extra tune
And give my love to
Angus, to
Frank and
Dolly
Tell them all I'm sorry,
screwed up this time
Look after
Rita, I'll be thinking of her
Early
Christmas morning,
when I'm standing in line
I hear
Mary's got a new boyfriend I hope
he can hold his own
Remember the last one,
just a little too much cologne
Even gonna miss
Roger, cause there sure as hell no
one in here I wanna find
Praise the baby
Jesus, have a merry
Christmas
I really gonna miss it
All the treasure and the trash
Later in the evening
I can just imagine
Put on
Junior
Mervin
And push the tables back
And you'll dance with
Rita
I know you really like her
Just don't hold her too close,
brother
Please don't stab me in the back
I didn't mean to say that
She's my magic laser that
multiplies each matter
Turns imagination into fact
You know I love her badly
She's the one to save me
I'm gonna make some gravy
I'm gonna taste the fat
Tell her that I'm sorry
Yeah, I love her badly
Tell them all I'm sorry
And kiss the sleepy children from me
You know one of these days,
I'll be making gravy
I'll be making plenty, yeah
I'm gonna pay them all back
You