The Derelict Debits - Christmas No1 (Explicit Version)

Wrapped up in a duvet
It's Christmas time
And I'm wearing four layers of clothes
This year I'm praying for a bill rebate
And I don't even want it to snow
No fairy lights on in my house
All I got's ten Brussels sprouts
No chance I'll be carving a turkey this year, no fear
'Cos all I want for Christmas
Is a Christmas Number 1
And get to the top of the charts
So I can afford to keep the heating on
No I don't wanna be a pop star
Don't need a Rolls-Royce or a Rolex
Oh I just need to pay my bills with some royalty cheques
Can't deck the halls with boughs of holly
Or stretch to mistletoe and wine
'Cos the meter's nicked all my lolly
And I'm facing late payment fines
The leccy and gas firms are bleeding us dry
It makes no difference if you're naughty or nice
So I need a festive chart-topping hit, that's it
Oh all I want for Christmas
Is a Christmas Number 1
And get on Top Of The Pops
So I can afford to stick the kettle on
Oh I don't wanna be a pop star
Don't need groupies and the rest
Oh I just need to pay my bills with some big fat royalty cheques
So come on then, iTunes, start selling my song
Sausage roll bloke's done it four times so how can I go wrong?
Let me have Christmas like it used to be
Even Bob Cratchit was warmer than me
And he didn't have to pay no VAT
Oh all I want for Christmas
Is a Christmas Number 1
And to outsell Mariah Carey
So I can afford to turn the light switch on
Oh I don't wanna be a pop star
Don't need a Rolls-Royce or a Rolex
No I just need to pay my bills with some six-figure royalty cheques
Oh never mind Shakin' Stevens
He'll be Shiverin' Stevens this year
Oh never mind Baby It's Cold Outside
It's bloody freezing in here
Merry Christmas John
Merry Christmas Yoko too
Oh Merry Christmas you giant energy bastards
This one's for you

Written by:
Jaymes Bryla

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