White Wine In The Sun Lyrics - Singles - Tim Minchin

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, 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 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 mis-education 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 chocolate's 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 

When Christmas comes 

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, whenever you come 

We'll be waiting for you in the sun 

Drinking white wine in the sun 

Waiting for you in the sun 

Darling, when Christmas comes 

We'll be waiting for you in the sun 

Waiting 

I really like Christmas 

It's sentimental, I know