Orphan/Urchin Lyrics

Father Christmas:

Father Christmas; Father Christmas; He’s the meanest man
In the whole wide world, in the whole wide world you can feel it

He’s a miser; He’s a skinflint; He’s a stingy lout,
Leaving your stocking out for your Christmas gift and he’ll steal it.

It’s a shame; He’s a villain; What a game for a villain to play on Christmas day

After Christmas Father Christmas will be just as mean as he’s ever been
And I’m here to say we should all send Father Christmas

On his merry Christmas way

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Father Christmas; Father Christmas; He’s the rott’nest man
In the universe and there’s no one worse; I can feel it.

He’s a rascal; He’s a bandit. He’s a crafty one,
Leave it all undone; He’ll come in your house and he’ll sell it.

  

It’s a crime; It’s a scandal; What a game for a vandal to play on Christmas day

If you distrust Father Christmas; It’s as well to know
That there’s hope to sow cause I mean so say

We should all send Father Christmas

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Father Christmas; Father Christmas; Father Christmas; Father Christmas

On his merry Christmas way

Food Glorious Food:

Is it worth the waiting for if we live till eighty-four, all we ever get is gruel.

Every day we say our prayer; will they change the bill of fare, still we get the same old gruel.

There's not a crust,  not a crumb can we find,

Can we beg, can we borrow or catch

But there's nothing to stop us from getting a thrill

When we all close our eyes and imagine:

Food, glorious food: hot sausage and mustard

While we're in the mood, cold jelly and custard

What is it we dream about?  What brings on a sigh?

Piled peaches and cream about six feet high!

Food, glorious food - don't care what it looks like.

Burnt, underdone, crude - don't care what the cook's like.

Why should we be fated to do nothing but brood on

Food, magical food, wonderful food, marvelous food,

Fabulous food, glorious food!