White Wine In The Sun

(intro 4x) I’m looking forward to Christmas It’s sentimental I know, but I just really like it I’m, I’m hardly religious I’d rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu to be honest And yes I have all of the usual objections to consumerism The commercialisation of an ancient religion And the western-isation of a dead Palestinian Press-ganged into selling PlayStations and beer But I still really like it. I, I really like Christmas Though I’m not expecting a visit from Jesus I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum We’ll be drinking white wine in the sun. I don’t go for ancient wisdom I don’t believe just ’cause ideas are tenacious it means that they’re worthy I get freaked out by churches Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are dodgy And yes I have all of the usual objections To the mis-education of children forced into a cult institution And taught to externalise blame And to feel ashamed And to judge things as plain right and wrong But I quite like the songs. I’m not expecting big presents The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me. ‘Cause I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun I’ll be seeing my dad My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum They’ll be drinking white wine in the sun. And you my baby girl My jetlagged infant daughter You’ll be handed round the room Like a puppy at a primary school And you’re too young to know But you will learn yourself one day That wherever you are and whatever you face These are the people who’ll make you feel safe in this world My sweet blue-eyed girl And if my baby girl When you’re twenty-one or thirty-one And Christmas comes around And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home You’ll know whatever comes Your brother and sister, and me and your mum Will be waiting for you in the sun Girl, when Christmas comes Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles Your grandparents, cousins, and me and your mum Will be drinking white wine in the sun We’ll be waiting for you in the sun Baby, whenever you come We’ll be drinking white wine in the sun Waiting. I, I really like Christmas It’s sentimental I know.