Christmas In The Cape

Christmas in the Cape
A festive escape
Come and party at the tip of Africa's base
Christmas in the land
Where everything's grand
Our famous Mother City's gotta be in your plans

Join us at Cape Point, where our mountains meet the sea
Just hold onto your snacks when you're attacked by all of our monkeys
Watch your friend point at a whale in a distant spot
And get frustrated with him when you find out it's a rock

Come to the Waterfront, and watch your balance drop
We've got overpriced African art in every single shop
Take a champagne cruise, watch the sun set and drink up
Wave at the underused stadium we built for the World Cup

Christmas in the Cape
It is the best place
'Cause Helen Zille's done more work on it than her face
Christmas in the land
Of golden sea sand
But your beach towel might get stolen if it's unmanned

Drive down to Clifton, and meet us on the shore
Though leave time to find parking, that'll take five hours or more
If you feeling you're lost, just don't end up in Sandy Bay
Nude beaches can be scary when pensioners pitch up each day

Christmas in the Cape
Where Joburg migrates
We've got wine farms on every corner of our highways
Christmas in the land
Where you earn less rand
But our mountains shaped like a table so who cares man

We've got clean air, and craft beer
And hipsters with daft beards
Surf spots, and slip slops
And fashionably late cops
Bore holes and no tolls
Both Matthew and Michael Moles
Long Street and bare feet
And best of all The Brothers Streep

Christmas in the Cape
Where no-ones irate
Because we are all really glad it's not the Freestate
Christmas in the land
No need for spray tan
So get in the festive spirit and join our jam

Holiday without a care, let out a summer cheer
Be at the party of the year, Christmas in the Cape
The Cape!



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