The Trains Don't Run (It's Christmas Day)
Before the ice gritters
But after the drunks
I tiptoe down the stairs to fill the stockings up
Believe me when I say I wouldn't have it any other way
White snow may turn to grey
The Christmas sky is blue if this is me and you
Unwrapping my gifts ...
Because the trains don't run, not on Christmas day
Believe me when I say I wouldn't have it any other way
White snow may turn to grey
The Christmas sky is blue if this is me and you
We sit in paper hats, our stomachs gorged
We vow to get drunk before we get bored
Believe me when I say I wouldn't have it any other way
White snow may turn to grey
The Christmas sky is blue
Believe me when I say I wouldn't have it any other way
White snow may turn to grey
The Christmas sky is blue if this is me and you