Tim Minchin - White Wine in the Sun lyrics

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 don't believe just 'cause
Ideas are tenacious it means 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 and 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 someday
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 what ever 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
We'll 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