No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of
fucking guts into it
What what
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they
can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world
Ah but five fags
Puts him in a whirl
I'll have a packet of
three-five fives
You fucking full of
money or something for
Christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of
three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache
And I've had enough
right there, stop
(Why is this)
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
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He gets out of his face
with the Idle Race
He gets out of the
room with this tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
I'll stay in
Have a break
You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they
can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
There is no girls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Open the room, there's
a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it
together instead of
showing off?
Give me one
Give me B
Give me three
Give me D
No X-mas for John Quays