Christmas in Suburbia Songtext

von Martin Newell

I'm going home for Christmas in suburbia
Where the sodium lights are golden in the rain
On the plastic and the chrome
Of the people going home
They will jingle-jangle by electric candlelight
Christmastime

I'll celebrate a shoe-string saturnalia
With a cracker or two and some cheap old cherry wine
(cheap old wine about a quid or two)
We'll have cotton-wool for snow
You can let the turkey go
I'm not killing over Christmas in suburbia
Anytime

Party 'round at my place after closing time
You can bring your own
There's none at home
I drank it all
You might have known

And all the stars are shining in suburbia
As you wake up in a room that's not your own
There's an angel in the bed
And you wonder what you said
Then you realise it's Christmas in suburbia
Christmas time

There's an angel in the bed
And you wonder what you said
Then you realise it's Christmas
You realise it's Christmas
You realise it's Christmas in suburbia
Christmas time