Gentle people, start your engines
Let the countdown begin
Only so many shopping days left
But I really don't care
Pack my bags, the hustle and the bustle
Autumn leaves start to rustle
Back home, it's gonna be a scorcher, man
I missed my flight
I missed my gig
I miss my dog
And my mother's kiss
It may be December
But without you
It's not Christmas here
Lennon sings "so this is Christmas"
But I still feel like it's June
Maybe the crux of the matter is
I'm never just passing through
My mind starts to go crazy
Wondering who's gonna make the gravy
It never tastes as good over here
I missed my flight
I missed my gig
I miss my dog
And my mother's kiss
It may be December
But without you
It's not Christmas here
What will I do without you Mumma?
December won't be the same
Leftovers on the kitchen counter
And summertime Chardonnay
On the TV there's another parade
At home it's 45 in the shade
That's a 113 Fahrenheit
I missed my flight
I missed my gig
I miss my dog
And my mother's kiss
It may be December
Despite the weather
But without you
It's not Christmas here
Gentle people, start your engines
