Tim Minchin - White Wine In The Sun lyrics

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I really like Christmas

It's sentimental I know

But I just really like it

I am 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

To the commercialisation of an ancient religion

To the westernisation of a dead Palestinian

Press-ganged into selling Playstations and beer

But I still really like it

I'm looking forward to 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 brother and sisters, my gran and my mum

They'll be drinking white wine in the sun

I don't go in for ancient wisdom

I dont 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 miseducation of children, who in tax-exempt institutions

Are taught to externalise blame, and to feel ashamed

And to judge things as plain right or wrong

But I quite like the songs

I'm not expecting big presents

The old combination of socks, jocks and chocolates

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 brother and sisters, 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 won't understand

But you will learn some day

That wherever you are and whatever you face

These are the people

Who 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 brothers and sisters and me and your mum

Will be waiting for you in the sun

Whenever you come

Your brothers and sisters

Your aunts and your uncles

Your grandparents, cousins

And me and your mum

Will be waiting for you in the sun

Drinking white wine in the sun

Darling when Christmas comes

We'll be waiting for you in the sun

Drinking white wine in the sun

Waiting for you in the sun

Waiting for you

Waiting

I really like Christmas

It’s sentimental I know