Songtext von The Christmas Song

I can't wait to see you this year Listen to you talk over bottles of beer Watch Mum fall asleep in the Sun Lying in the warmth when the champagne and oysters are done And I wonder if tradition will stay Mum and Dad they always fell in love again On Christmas day And I don't know why This is where we belong Sitting on the doorstep Listening to your favourite song And I don't know how But we find our way here Lying on the kitchen floor Listening to the same old stories every year Well, it's Christmas morning And there's joy in the air Gonna crack open a cold one Get some salt in my hair Hit the beach Have us a time With loved ones & friends Celebrate another great year Another great year Rob's telling the same stories again The old man's passed out on the couch The crickets on with a beer in his hand Smell the fresh cut lawns, we're all feeling fine We made it to the end of the year Maybe not to the end of the night though And I don't know why This is where we belong Sitting on the doorstep Listening to your favourite song And I don't know how But we find our way here Lying on the kitchen floor Listening to the same old stories every year I can't wait to see you again Rambling on about all our old friends Watch Mum fall asleep in the Sun Lying in the warmth When the champagne and oysters are done