Graeme Connors - Christmas in Melbourne

Christmas in Melbourne and the shops are all open people are grabbing whatever they can
the streets are a'glitter with a million lightbulbs

hey there's Father Christmas driving a tram

I'm drunk in the gutter from a party at work
gazing up at St. Paul's like a lost little boy
where the sound of the church bells clang like a reaperwho kills off the year with each swing of false joy

there's a child in a manger made of recycled plastic lookin' down at me with a pastel stare
and the grin on his face is painted lopsided
and his road kill eyes say he's too slow to care

so come let us adore him this little plastic lad
who lights the whole world up like the yanks on Baghdad

Christmas in Melbourne folks in a hurry
no limit on Visa arms full of crap

here come three cops bearing gifts from the east and they bring me round with a Christmas slap

Christmas in Melbourne
Christmas in Melbourne

Written by:
Broderick Smith, Nick Smith

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