I see all the tough guys
Still not twenty-five
Dying on their feet
Coughing, honking, cadging cigarettes
And still out on the street
Well, they got no money
Nowhere to go
Fathers of two, three maybe four
What are they gonna do?
Jimmy got a busted mouth
In a fight last night
He says he's okay
Going down to the workies club
That's a laugh
To buy something strong
And take the pain away
Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern style
Well, flashing Christmas
Light of police blue
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 ourselves the best
He says he's okay
Out of work and fighting
Is all he's ever known
And laughs and says
"I worry too much anyway"
Joys of Christmas
Joys of Christmas
Northern style
Let's all drink to the likes of Jim
Before we all go insane
And please don't ask me why
It'll take too long to explain
The joys of Christmas