Tim Minchin - White Wine In The Sun (Christmas Song) video free download

'White Wine In The Sun', also known as 'Christmas Song'. I put this up since a lot of people were looking for it.

LYRICS:

I'm looking forward to Christmas

It's sentimental I know, but I just really like it

I'm, I'm hardly religious

I'd rather break bread with Dawkins than Desmond Tutu to be honest

And yes I have all of the usual objections to consumerism

The commercialisation of an ancient religion

And the western-isation of a dead Palestinian

Press-ganged into selling PlayStations and beer

But I still really like it.

I, I really like Christmas

Though I'm not expecting a visit from Jesus

I'll be seeing my dad

My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I'll be seeing my dad

My sisters and brother, my gran and my mum

We'll be drinking white wine in the sun.

I don't go for ancient wisdom

I don't believe just 'cause ideas are tenacious it means that they're worthy

I get freaked out by churches

Some of the hymns that they sing have nice chords

But the lyrics are dodgy

And yes I have all of the usual objections to the mis-education of children forced into a cult institution

And taughted to externalise blame

And to feel ashamed

And to judge things as plain right and wrong

But I quite like the songs.

I'm not expecting big presents

The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolate is just fine by me.

'Cause I'll be seeing my dad

My brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I'll be seeing my dad

My sisters and brothers, my gran and my mum

They'll be drinking white wine in the sun.

And you my baby girl

My jetlagged infant daughter

You'll be handed round the room

Like a puppy at a primary school

And you're too young to know

But you will learn yourself one day

That wherever you are and whatever you face

These are the people who'll make you feel safe in this world

My sweet blue-eyed girl

And if my baby girl

When you're twenty-one or thirty-one

And Christmas comes around

And you find yourself nine thousand miles from home

You'll know whatever comes

Your brother and sister, and me and your mum

Will be waiting for you in the sun

Girl, when Christmas comes

Your brothers and sisters, your aunts and your uncles

Your grandparents, cousins, and me and your mum

Will be drinking white wine in the sun

We'll be waiting for you in the sun

Baby, whenever you come

We'll be drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting.

I, I really like Christmas

It's sentimental I know.