Jacqes Brel and knocking back the good red wine
It’s cold to be sure with the window view
But I can’t help it, winter is so fine
Nobody can stop it, earth has a line
It must follow and we’re prisoners on it
We must tolerate higher powers, find
A way to get through. Though the cold is shit
We can’t argue against global visit
On its course from the red to the deep blue
No, this is what each generation minds
They invent Christmas to lift their spirit
And Slade do their bit, and it does revive you
With Father Christmas nonsense from old time
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