| Hark! |
| This is the night
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| Where Big Red Arthur tries to make it right
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| And I, I was a child
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| I couldn’t win, I could see
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| And this is where, Big Red Arthur.
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| Slides down the chimney and lands on spikes
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| He lands on spikes (He lands on spikes!)
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| He will never, ever, see Christmas!
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| And every single one of those business men
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| Who dine on their foie gras tonight
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| Drop drawers and count to ten
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| With a finger in your mouth: you bite!
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| Sometimes you watch the news
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| And you’ve seen terrible things
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| Sometimes you’ve got to choose
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| Which crooks the hangman swings
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| And I know Big Red Arthur is laughing
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| As he bids adieu, to this hideous world
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| Boxing Day, Mum and Dad
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| Explain ballistics
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| It’s all so sad
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| Lies, more of the same
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| And the gifts that we were promised
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| Never came
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| So I, I walked into town
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| Threw rocks at windows and passed the time
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| I passed the time (I passed the time!) (Time!)
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| And I shall always never forget this
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| When suddenly a chill upon my neck takes form
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| As a bird made out of fire and snakes…
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| And he gives me a strangest peck he says
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| ‘Let's go out for tea and cakes'
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| Sometimes you roll the dice, sometimes the dice roll you
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| Christmas can be so nice but it can be awful too
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| And somewhere out there!
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| There’s another Big Red Arthur
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| Greasing up his body…
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| To go down with you! |