Joys of Christmas lyrics

I see all the tough guys still not 25

Dying on their feet

Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes

And still out on the street

Well, they got no money, nowhere to go

Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do

Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight last night

He says he's OK

Going down to the workies club (that's a laugh)

To buy something strong and take the pain away

Joys of Christmas

Joys of Christmas

Northern style

Flashing Christmas light of police blue

Go spinning down the street

Women try to drag the men from pubs

Into the stores

And work hands in empty pockets deep

We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourselves the best

He says he's OK, out of work and fighting

Is all he's ever known

And laughs and says I worry too much anyway

Joys of Christmas

Joys of Christmas

Northern style

Let's drink to the likes of Jim

Before we all go insane

And please don't ask me why

It'll take too long to explain

Joys of Christmas

• Artist:Chris Rea
• Album:Dancing with the strangers, 1987