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I'm going home for Christmas in suburbiaWhere the sodium lights are golden in the rainOn the plastic and the chromeOf the people going homeThey will jingle-jangle by electric candlelightChristmastimeI'll celebrate a shoe-string saturnaliaWith a cracker or two and some cheap old cherry wine(cheap old wine about a quid or two)We'll have cotton-wool for snowYou can let the turkey goI'm not killing over Christmas in suburbiaAnytimeParty 'round at my place after closing timeYou can bring your ownThere's none at homeI drank it allYou might have knownAnd all the stars are shining in suburbiaAs you wake up in a room that's not your ownThere's an angel in the bedAnd you wonder what you saidThen you realise it's Christmas in suburbiaSongtexteChristmas timeThere's an angel in the bedAnd you wonder what you saidThen you realise it's ChristmasYou realise it's ChristmasYou realise it's Christmas in suburbiaChristmas time Aus Songtexte Mania