Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How To Make Gravy, artist - Neil Finn. Album song Goin' Your Way, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 10.12.2015
Record label: Omnivore
Song language: English
How To Make Gravy |
Hello Dan, it’s Joe here |
I hope you’re keeping well |
It’s the 21st of December |
And now they’re ringing the last bells |
If I get good behaviour |
I’ll be out of here by July |
Won’t you kiss my kids on Christmas Day? |
Please don’t let 'em cry for me |
I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland |
And Stella’s flying in from the coast |
They say it’s gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe |
But that won’t stop the roast |
Who’s gonna make the gravy now? |
I bet it won’t taste the same |
Just add flour, salt, a little red wine |
And don’t forget a dollop of tomato sauce |
For sweetness and that extra tang |
And give my love to Angus, and to Frank and Dolly |
Tell 'em all I’m sorry, I screwed up this time |
And look after Rita, I’ll be thinking of her |
Early Christmas morning when I’m standing in line |
I hear Mary’s got a new boyfriend |
I hope he can hold his own |
Do you remember the last one? |
What was his name again? |
Ahh, just a little too much cologne |
And Roger, you know I’m even gonna miss Roger |
'Cause there’s sure as hell no one in here I want to fight |
Oh, praise the Baby Jesus, have a Merry Christmas |
I’m really gonna miss it, all the treasure and the trash |
And later in the evening, I can just imagine |
You’ll put on Junior Murvin and push the tables back |
And you’ll dance with Rita, I know you really like her |
Just don’t hold her too close |
Oh, brother, please don’t stab me in the back |
I didn’t mean to say that, it’s just my mind it plays up |
Multiplies each matter, turns imagination into fact |
You know I love her badly, she’s the one to save me |
I’m gonna make some gravy, I’m gonna taste the fat |
Ahh, tell her that I’m sorry, yeah, I love her badly |
Tell 'em all I’m sorry, and kiss the sleepy children for me |
You know one of these days, I’ll be making gravy |
I’ll be making plenty, I’m gonna pay 'em all back |
Yeah, do-do-do-do, do-do |
Do-do-do-do, do-do |