It’s Christmas in Australia,
It’s stinking hot and there’s no snow...
I think that dear old Santa,
Is never going to show...
Why would he leave the North Pole,
It's cold and there’s no flies...
If he came out back to my place,
It might end in his demise...
Even Rudolph would have trouble,
As I’m very hard to find...
But I’ll still put up the Christmas tree,
He might just change his mind...
Now what about the chimney...
We don’t have them things out here...
Maybe he can come through the window,
It’s the only thing that’s near...
I don’t have milk and cookies,
But I leave you something that is great...
How about an ice cold fourex,
And a bit of damper mate...
Now I’ll be laid out on the veranda,
That’s where I like to sleep...
Underneath the mozzie net,
I promise I won’t peep...
Merry Christmas Santa,
I really do believe...
Don’t forget to visit me,
Sometime on Christmas Eve...
Len Newey 2013