Once in Royal David's City stood a lowly cattle shed Where a mother laid her baby You'd do well to remember the things He later said When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties You'll laugh when I tell you to take a running jump You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making That Christmas spirit is not what you drink
So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong? And if I messed up your thoughtless pleasures Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song
