Tracy. Tracy was angry
A bad mood.
I told her, "It´s an ill wind
Blows no good"
(Then she told me)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"

I said, "Tracy, won´t you listen this is Christmas!
Don´t you go"
She said, "David, I wouldn´t miss this for the world but I
got to blow"
(Then she said again)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"

Now she´s gone, gone, gone
Just like the wind
I just sigh
But I´m dreaming that I´m gleaming
In her eye
(But I´ll always hear)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"

That year, Santa never came

Writer : FAULKNER, DAVID
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing