Tim Minchin - White Wine In The Sun Lyrics
I really like ChristmasIt's sentimental, I know, but I just really like itI am hardly religiousI'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu, to be honestAnd yes, I have all of the usual objectionsTo consumerism, the commercialisation of an ancient religionTo the westernisation of a dead PalestinianPress-ganged into selling Playstations and beerBut I still really like itI'm looking forward to ChristmasThough I'm not expecting a visit from JesusI'll be seeing my dadMy brother and sisters, my gran and my mumThey'll be drinking white wine in the sunI'll be seeing my dadMy brother and sisters, my gran and my mumThey'll be drinking white wine in the sunI don't go in for ancient wisdomI don't believe just 'cos ideas are tenacious it means they are worthyI get freaked out by churchesSome of the hymns that they sing have nice chords but the lyrics are spookyAnd yes I have all of the usual objectionsTo the miseducation of children who, in tax-exempt institutions, Are taught to externalise blameAnd to feel ashamed and to judge things as plain right and wrongBut I quite like the songsI'm not expecting big presentsThe old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by meCos I'll be seeing my dadMy brother and sisters, my gran and my mumThey'll be drinking white wine in the sunI'll be seeing my dadMy brother and sisters, my gran and my mumThey'll be drinking white wine in the sunAnd you, my baby girlMy jetlagged infant daughterYou'll be handed round the roomLike a puppy at a primary schoolAnd you won't understandBut you will learn someday That wherever you are and whatever you faceThese are the people who'll make you feel safe in this worldMy sweet blue-eyed girlAnd if, my baby girlWhen you're twenty-one or thirty-oneAnd Christmas comes aroundAnd you find yourself nine thousand miles from homeYou'll know what ever comesYour brother and sisters and me and your MumWill be waiting for you in the sunWhenever you comeYour brothers and sisters, your aunts and your unclesYour grandparents, cousins and me and your mumWe'll be waiting for you in the sunDrinking white wine in the sunDarling, when Christmas comesWe'll be waiting for you in the sunDrinking white wine in the sunWaiting for you in the sunWaiting for you... Waiting... I really like ChristmasIt's sentimental, I know...
