It's Christmas time,
You should be afraid,
Because at Christmas time we let in flights,
With dirty foreign germs,
And in our world of plenty,
They can spread out their disease,
So throw your arms around the world,
But hope it doesn't sneeze.
And say a prayer, say quite a few in fact,
At Christmas time if your liver's still intact,
There's a world outside your window that's full of fear and dread,
Where Eighties failed popstars can touch you,
And Bono's still not dead,
Well tonight he'll be reaching out and touching you.
So no peace and joy in shopping malls,
No peace and joy in pubs,
You'll hear this fucking song,
Till your eyes and ears piss blood,
And before it's all finished,
You'll wish you'd had Ebola instead,
And think thank God it's ending soon.
Bore the world - let them know it's Bob Geldolftime,
Bore the world - let them know it's Bob Geldolftime,
Bore the world - let them know it's Bob Geldolftime.
