How To Make Gravy Lyrics - Goin' Your Way - Neil Finn

Hello Dan, it's Joe here 

I hope you're keeping well 

Its the 21st of December 

now theyre ringing the last bells 

if I get good behaviour 

I'll be out of here by July 

Won't you kiss my kids on Christmas day 

Pleeeease, don't let them cry for me 

I guess the brothers are driving down from Queensland 

and Stella's flying in from the coast 

They say it's gonna be a hundred degrees, even more maybe, 

but that won't stop the roast 

Who's gonna make the gravy now? 

I bet it won't taste the same 

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Just add flour, salt, a little red wine and don't forget a dollop of 

tomato sauce for sweetness and that extra tang 

And give my love to Angus 

and to Frank and Dolly, 

Tell 'em all I'm sorry 

I screwed up this time 

And look after Rita, 

I'll be thinking of her 

early Christmas morning 

When I'm standing in line 

I hear Mary's got a new boyfriend 

I hope he can hold his own 

Do you remember the last one? 

What was his name again? 

What was his problem? 

He never did get Nena and Simone 

(Just a little too much cologne) 

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And Roger, you know I'm even gonna miss Roger 

'Cause there's sure as hell 

no one in here I want to fight 

Oh praise the Baby Jesus, 

have a Merry Christmas, 

I'm really gonna miss it, 

all the treasure and the trash 

And later in the evening, 

I can just imagine, 

You'll put on Junior Murvin 

and push the tables back 

And you'll dance with Rita, 

I know you really like her 

Just don't hold her too close 

oh brother please don't stab me in the back 

I didn't mean to say that, 

it's just my mind it plays up 

Multiplies each matter, 

turns imagination into fact 

You know I love her badly, 

she's the one to save me, 

I'm gonna make some gravy, 

I'm gonna taste the fat 

Tell her that I'm sorry, 

yeah I love her badly, 

tell 'em all I'm sorry, 

And kiss the sleepy children for me 

You know one of these days, 

I'll be making gravy, 

I'll be making plenty 

I'm gonna pay 'em all back. 

I'll pay 'em all back 

and I'll pay 'em all back 

and I'll pay 'em all back 

and I'll pay 'em all back