Christmas In Bath
We got roads with no cars
all the tourists depart
it’s the one day a year that this city is ours
we eat til we’re full up fall asleep and we fart
as Milsom Street sits bright
lights turned on by stars
in Twerton there’s some bugger stealing your car
they crash it in Southdown they pissed out their ****
no one is religious ain’t Christmas a farce
Oh I fooking love spending Christmas in Barth
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