Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
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where a mother held her baby.
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You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
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When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
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you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
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You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
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that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.
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So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
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and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
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And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
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remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.
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(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)
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Christmas Song
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Jethro Tull |