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Noël milk today, my love it's christmas day
There's nuts left in your sack, orange peel attack
Noël milk today , the turkey won't take flight
It got it in the neck, a time of bouncing cheques
How could they know just what this message means
Santa's slit his wrists, the end of all my dreams
How could they know he wasn't feeling well
No ho ho ho, the last ring of the bell
Noël milk today, it wasn't always so
Elfs had working rights, and wore nice purple tights
But all that's left is a place cold and sleazy
A lapland dance in a soiled dressing gown
Drinking wine when I think of you only
Coca Cola Town
Noël milk today, the udders sqwoze too hard
Bitter tasting log, yule have to eat the dog
Noël milk today, baby Jesus cries
Eczema on the skin, flakey dermis wins
How could they know just what this message means
Santa's slit his wrists, the end of all my dreams
How could they know he wasn't feeling well
No ho ho ho, the last ring of the bell
Noël milk today, my love it's christmas day
There's nuts left in your sack, orange peel attack
But all that's left is a place cold and sleazy
A lapland dance in a soiled dressing gown
Drinking wine when I think of you only
Coca-Cola Town
Coca-Cola Town
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Robert Palmer
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Me and Robert Palmer were sharing a banana on a beach in the Bahamas, a stolen herd of llamas
For a video shoot, the women are cute, I'm tax-free and sexy and counting the loot
The farmers of the llamas were adding to dramas, Bobby tried to make them calmer by signing their pajamas
But it just didn't work, they called me a jerk, I offered my Learjet, a company perk
Where am i?...and how did i get... so big? Elkie? she had real sass. A real 9 to 9 girl. Yeah... my Colada has to have it's Piña! but does every steel drum have to be double-tracked?
Sacking all those drummers, most of which were plumbers, and sending all those runners far and wide in numbers
Just to fill up a hole, i don't dig your soul. This island is hot but inside you're cold
Paying by the hour, my vinegar's gone sour, I'm missing Blackpool tower and Britain's dying power
You gotta go home, you've bought your last comb, the taxman is waiting but you won't be alone
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Milky Onions Hackney, UK
Ben Bennett
guitar/bass/keys/vox
Tom Hindley
guitar/bass/vox
Liz Clough
keys/violin/vox
Nick Hindley
bass/guitar/vox
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