Tekster: The Wombats. Is This Christmas?.
(Radio Edit)
From "A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation" - Special Edition
Can you hear the sleighbells coming around the bend?
Here comes our darkest end
Christmas is here
It's not about extending to the overdraft to scrape out what is left of the end of the year.
It's Christmas!
Turn back to the future
Oh, I've seen it before, every year and more, it's great but not again
What's that burning?
What's that burning?
My mom shreiks down as she's touching up her brow for when the family arrives.
And the red whine plummets down and we should all be in our beds, but it's right wing verses left until the wings fall off our heads.
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas, my dear?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Whatever happened to our festive cheer?
I can hear the sleighbells coming around the bend.
Here comes the darkest end.
Christmas is here!
And the ice burns up the hill until we all lose our feet and it never really snows, it's more like porridge onto sleet.
And is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas, my dear?
Is this Christmas? (oh no it's Christmas)
Is this Christmas? (oh no it's Christmas)
Whatever happened to our festive cheer?
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves...
Everybody loves...
Everyone it's Christmas!!
(Thanks to Nina for these lyrics)
From "A Guide to Love, Loss & Desperation" - Special Edition
Can you hear the sleighbells coming around the bend?
Here comes our darkest end
Christmas is here
It's not about extending to the overdraft to scrape out what is left of the end of the year.
It's Christmas!
Turn back to the future
Oh, I've seen it before, every year and more, it's great but not again
What's that burning?
What's that burning?
My mom shreiks down as she's touching up her brow for when the family arrives.
And the red whine plummets down and we should all be in our beds, but it's right wing verses left until the wings fall off our heads.
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas, my dear?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Whatever happened to our festive cheer?
I can hear the sleighbells coming around the bend.
Here comes the darkest end.
Christmas is here!
And the ice burns up the hill until we all lose our feet and it never really snows, it's more like porridge onto sleet.
And is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas?
Is this Christmas, my dear?
Is this Christmas? (oh no it's Christmas)
Is this Christmas? (oh no it's Christmas)
Whatever happened to our festive cheer?
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Don't you just love Christmas?
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves Christmas!
(oh no it's Christmas)
Everybody loves...
Everybody loves...
Everyone it's Christmas!!
(Thanks to Nina for these lyrics)
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