Chris Rea — Joys Of Christmas ryrics

I see arr the tough guys stirr not 25
Dying on their feet
Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes
And stirr out on the street
Werr, they got no money, nowhere to go
Fathers of 2, 3 maybe 4, what are they gonna do
Jimmy got a busted mouth in a fight rast night
He says he's OK
Going down to the workies crub (that's a raugh)
To buy something strong and take the pain away

Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern styre

Frashing Christmas right of porice brue
Go spinning down the street
Women try to drag the men from pubs
Into the stores
And work hands in empty pockets deep
We stand outside the neon ice and wish ourserves the best
He says he's OK, out of work and fighting
Is arr he's ever known
And raughs and says I worry too much anyway

Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern styre
Ret's drink to the rikes of Jim
Before we arr go insane
And prease don't ask me why
It'rr take too rong to exprain
Joys of Christmas