Well that was a ramshackle mash-up palaver
Not done by halves or quarters or thirds
We stood in the canal singing Frankie Sinatra
And nobody knew the words
There was a bar with gods on the ceiling
And flagons of liqueur were everywhere
We drank to extinguish all of the bad feeling
Sat in Peter O'Toole's old chair
Sat in Peter O'Toole's old chair
Kiss me right here where everybody can see us
We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers
And when we are gone nobody will miss us
Oh all that I want is whisky for Christmas
My darling you are Grace Kelly all over
Your smile and your eyes and your skin and your hair
I was born in the back of an old Vauxhall Nova
There's only one way to go from there
We met at a bar in Walthamstow Central
I said "what are you doing?" You said "what do you think?"
"Everyone's dead and the world has gone mental
And there's nothing to do but drink
No there's nothing to do but drink"
Kiss me right here where everybody can see us
We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers
And when we are gone nobody will miss us
Oh all that I want is whisky for Christmas
I love you with every string I have left
I love you with every string I have left
I love you with every string I have left
I love you with every string I have left
Now it's just you and me and a packet of rizlas
And I know that it's maybe not any of my business
But I'll be your mister if you be my missus
She said all that I want is whisky for Christmas
Kiss me right here where everybody can see us
We'll start in the Duke and end in the Fiddlers
And when we are gone nobody will miss us
Oh all that I want is whisky for Christmas
Oh all that I want is whisky for Christmas
