Lyrics
it's the twenty-fourth night and it's twenty past nine, there's a band on the stage by the bar, there's some bloke shouting "cheers" and they're spilling their beers, i don't care 'cause it's here where we are, and they start their set with "fairy tale of new york", sounds as beautiful as you look, and my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow, and to drink 'til we go home, it's getting late and we're starting to sway, we're watching the families leave, they're forming the line as they're saying goodbye, and it's all spilling onto the street, when the curtains close, the ashtrays come out, and the doors are bolted, the cold can stay out, and my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow, and to drink 'til we go home, there's tinsel wrapped round you, you're dancing to slade, and the place is lit up green and red, there's a tree on it's side and i'm drinking more wine, and it's already gone to my head, when the fine melodious bell starts ringing, grab a strangers hand and don't stop singing, 'cause my only wish this christmas is to walk home in the snow, and to drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, well the barman's had enough, so we're walking hand in hand, not a single snowflake on the ground, well all i really wish for is to be with you anyway, and to drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home, drink 'til we go home
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Artist: lucy spraggan