Lyrics

Now how did I guess You were going to express Your disdain at the crane With the bright fairy lights And you moan at the snow 'Cos your car wouldn't go Oh it's cliched To be cynical At Christmas You don't have a tree And your smile has a fee All the same, here's a card For your boring facade Jingle Bells, piney smells All the boys and the girls Say it's cliched To be cynical At Christmas Oh it's cliched To be cynical At Christmas See how we yawn At your bile and your scorn It's a beautiful day Peace on Earth has been played Make a noise with your toys And ignore the killjoys 'Cos it's cliched To be cynical At Christmas Oh it's cliched To be cynical At Christmas I saw three ships Come sailing in Come sailing in Come sailing in I saw three ships Come sailing in On Christmas Day In the morning
Writer(s): Nigel Blackwell, Neil Howard Crossley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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