Can't Wait For Christmas
'Twas Christmas Eve and all were sleeping
All but the Loose Tapestries, who were writing a Christmas song
A new kind of Christmas song
That could be inhaled like a gas
Or sprinkled into the eyes of sleeping children
Drunk on eggnog, these bombastic minstrels
Slipped down chimneys
and pumped their new song into every turkey in England
This was their gift to the nation
For they were the Loose Tapestries
Can't wait for Christmas to come
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Boom!
Ooh yes
Ooh yes
Heave ho
You never can tell
Delivering gifts to the children's faces
London Town covered in snow
Pocket full of mistletoe
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Heave ho
You never can tell
Riding through the streets on a Christmas turkey
Baby Judas putting on a show
Pocket full of Haribo
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ah
Ah
AH
And all the children sing
I can't wait for Christmas to come
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Boom!
And I know that Christmas is coming
And I know that Christmas is coming
And I know that Christmas is coming
It's coming
Coming
Wooh!
Thank you for the joystick
Thank you for the socks
Thank you for the Rolex
Thank you for the yacht
But the
Stationery
It be going in the dustbin
Gonna work hard on my body
Gonna work hard through the night
Just wanna thank you, baby
For this new exercise bike
But by February
I'll be tapping up your sister
Can't wait for Christmas to come
Wooh!
I can't wait for Christmas to come
Wooh!
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Wooh!
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Trainers
Trainers
Wooh!
Heave ho
You never can tell
Snowball fight with a local hardman
Heave ho
How was I to know?
Picking up my teeth in a decorated caravan
Ooh yes
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ooh yes
It's a terrible blow
From a local hothead
Ding dong
It feels so wrong
Running through the soot in a naked frenzy
Ding dong
It feels so good
To cover my body in a bucket of goose fat
And my wife is a walnut
She's a Christmas walnut
Ah
Ah
AH
Ah yo! The Christmas lights lookin' proper pox
Got some boxer shorts and a pair of socks
Last year
This year
I want the new X-Box
-I want, all I want for Christmas is YOU-
Now I'm feeling jolly
Sipping on a Baileys
I'm a high down when I'm looking for a BBQ
Pulling my cracker smoke
A little bit of dough
All my little helpers help themselves
AND ALL THE CHILDREN SING
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
...
All but the Loose Tapestries, who were writing a Christmas song
A new kind of Christmas song
That could be inhaled like a gas
Or sprinkled into the eyes of sleeping children
Drunk on eggnog, these bombastic minstrels
Slipped down chimneys
and pumped their new song into every turkey in England
This was their gift to the nation
For they were the Loose Tapestries
Can't wait for Christmas to come
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Boom!
Ooh yes
Ooh yes
Heave ho
You never can tell
Delivering gifts to the children's faces
London Town covered in snow
Pocket full of mistletoe
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Heave ho
You never can tell
Riding through the streets on a Christmas turkey
Baby Judas putting on a show
Pocket full of Haribo
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ra pa pa pa pum
Ah
Ah
AH
And all the children sing
I can't wait for Christmas to come
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Boom!
And I know that Christmas is coming
And I know that Christmas is coming
And I know that Christmas is coming
It's coming
Coming
Wooh!
Thank you for the joystick
Thank you for the socks
Thank you for the Rolex
Thank you for the yacht
But the
Stationery
It be going in the dustbin
Gonna work hard on my body
Gonna work hard through the night
Just wanna thank you, baby
For this new exercise bike
But by February
I'll be tapping up your sister
Can't wait for Christmas to come
Wooh!
I can't wait for Christmas to come
Wooh!
I can't wait for Christmas to come
It's coming
Coming
Wooh!
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Gonna wear my new Christmas trainers
Trainers
Trainers
Wooh!
Heave ho
You never can tell
Snowball fight with a local hardman
Heave ho
How was I to know?
Picking up my teeth in a decorated caravan
Ooh yes
Ho ho ho ho ho
Ooh yes
It's a terrible blow
From a local hothead
Ding dong
It feels so wrong
Running through the soot in a naked frenzy
Ding dong
It feels so good
To cover my body in a bucket of goose fat
And my wife is a walnut
She's a Christmas walnut
Ah
Ah
AH
Ah yo! The Christmas lights lookin' proper pox
Got some boxer shorts and a pair of socks
Last year
This year
I want the new X-Box
-I want, all I want for Christmas is YOU-
Now I'm feeling jolly
Sipping on a Baileys
I'm a high down when I'm looking for a BBQ
Pulling my cracker smoke
A little bit of dough
All my little helpers help themselves
AND ALL THE CHILDREN SING
La la la la la la
La la la la la
La la la la la
...
Credits
Writer(s): Sergio Lorenzo Pizzorno, Noel Fielding
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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