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LYRICS
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you dismay
Remember Christ our Saviour
Was born on Christmas Day
To save us all from Satan’s power
When we were gone astray
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Let nothing you delay
In arming seven samurai
For seven days in May
Invest them with your strange love
As a fail-safe bid them pray
For tidings of missiles to deploy, missiles deploy
Pray for tidings of missiles to deploy
God rest you merry, gentlemen
Take comfort from the war
We’ll foot the bill for this one
Just like all the ones before
Since freedom has no price tag
You can always ask for more
O tidings of workers to employ, workers employ
O tidings of workers to employ
Chorus God rest you merry, merry, gentlemen
From the back seats of your limos
To the suites of NYC
You sack our nation’s coffers
With a phone and CRT
The game played in the boardrooms
Is still “craps” to you and me
O tidings of spend and enjoy, spend and enjoy
O tidings of spend and enjoy
Please show us, holy gentlemen
The narrow and the straight
Our bedroom doors are open
And our payment’s never late
Man doesn’t live by bread alone
That’s why you pass the plate
O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy
Chorus God rest you merry, merry, gentlemen
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Mr. Wenceslas
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Down in the city. Down in the city.
Down in the city. Down in the big city.
Mr. Wenceslas looked down, on the eve of Christmas
50 stories from the ground, planning corporate business
He called his secretary in, said “Cancel my appointments.
Pour me out my favorite gin to down my disappointments.”
Down in the city. Down in the city.
Down in the city. Down in the big city.
Bertha pushed her shopping cart through the intersection.
When the green light said to start, it spilled in all directions.
Though all she owned was lying there, no one felt like stopping.
So she sat down in despair to watch the Christmas shopping.
Down in the city. Down in the city.
Down in the city. Down in the big city.
She slowly gathered up her things and found an empty doorway.
Clutching two old tarnished rings her son had sent from Norway.
Just then Mr. Wenceslas stumbled down beside her.
Bertha thought the poor man lost and offered him some cider.
When the corporate king looked up, he recognized his mother.
He drank the cider from her cup, it tasted like no other.
A memory of Christmas past enveloped them together.
The gift of love was theirs at last, a promise of forever.
Down in the city. Down in the city.
Down in the city. Down in the big city.
The Corporate King and the Slum Queen
The gift of love. The gift of love.
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