Mosquitos in the night
Too much beer and wine
Why you would want something else is something I can't find
Sausages on barbecues
And six white jumping kangaroos
We can bastardise the whole damn thing I think you'll kind of like it
We'll have Christmas in July
When the temperatures below five
And the sun sets at quarter past three
And we'll make a batch of mulled wine
Get wrecked down by the fire
Fill the house with joy and Christmas trees
Just move back home with me
Just move back home with me
I've spent almost seven holidays
Eleven thousand miles away
I almost miss the smell of sunscreen
And plastic snow
Feels like home
We'll have Christmas in July
When the temperatures below five
And the sun sets at quarter past three
And we'll make a batch of mulled wine
Get wrecked down by the fire
Fill the house with joy and Christmas trees
Just move back home with me
Just move back home with me
We'll have holidays by the beach
You'll learn to love Christmas in the forty-degree heat
And it's not like it's the same as I was told
Because it's almost always raining and it never even snows
We'll have Christmas in July
When the temperatures below five
And the sun sets at quarter past three
And we'll make a batch of mulled wine
Get wrecked down by the fire
Fill the house with joy and Christmas trees
Just move back home with me
Just move back home with me