When you've given your soul and money
To some genius delingquent
And you're waiting outside for him in the rain
Biting into the fresh plump of an organge
Hurling stones at his window-pane.
I ask you: Have you ever tried to score on Christmas day?
To some genius delingquent
And you're waiting outside for him in the rain
Biting into the fresh plump of an organge
Hurling stones at his window-pane.
I ask you: Have you ever tried to score on Christmas day?
The Christmas Hit (Have You Ever Tried to Score on Christmas Day?)
