Chocolate fingers in his Tea
He thinks he's fuckin' cool
But he's a fool.
And I've been sitting waiting here for hours
Sydney wont get out the fucking shower
Another lazy boring Christmas morning round at ours
Daddy, Daddy told me
You'll never get from Pete Doherty what you're wanting to
If he know (he'd be cool)
Oh, I'm not that bad, dad, yeah yeah yeah
It's boring at Christmas
I'm no kid anymore
And I'm old enough for the panto
And too young for the sauce
But when the balls start ringing
I start grinning and lose my Christmas blues
I'll get my s** under the mistletoe with you.
Grandma's had the best of all the sweets
Picking toffee out her teeth
She says she should've been a 'sshole queen.
And mother sighs as everybody shouts
We don't want no soggy sprouts
Another lazy boring Christmas morning round at ours.
Daddy, Daddy told me
You'll never get from Pete Doherty what you're wanting to
If he know (he'd be cool)
Oh, I'm not that bad, dad, yeah yeah yeah
It's boring at Christmas
I'm no kid anymore
And I'm old enough for the panto
And too young for the sauce
But when the balls start ringing
I start grinning and lose my Christmas blues
I'll get my s** under the mistletoe with you.
(Swearing)
Uncle Bernie's got me on his knee Chocolate fingers in his Tea He thinks he's fuckin' cool But he's a fool. And I've been sitting waiting here for hours Sydney wont get out the fucking shower Another lazy boring Christmas morning round at ours Daddy, Daddy told me You'll never get from Pete Doherty what you're wanting to If he know (he'd be cool) Oh, I'm not that bad, dad, yeah yeah yeah It's boring at Christmas I'm no kid anymore And I'm old enough for the panto And too young for the sauce But when the balls start ringing I start grinning and lose my Christmas blues I'll get my s** under the mistletoe with you. Grandma's had the best of all the sweets Picking toffee out her teeth She says she should've been a 'sshole queen. And mother sighs as everybody shouts We don't want no soggy sprouts Another lazy boring Christmas morning round at ours. Daddy, Daddy told me You'll never get from Pete Doherty what you're wanting to If he know (he'd be cool) Oh, I'm not that bad, dad, yeah yeah yeah It's boring at Christmas I'm no kid anymore And I'm old enough for the panto And too young for the sauce But when the balls start ringing I start grinning and lose my Christmas blues I'll get my s** under the mistletoe with you. (Swearing) Explain Request ×
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