Let's make a Christmas playlist
 

Christmas is coming up, and I thought this would be cool.
Ok so everyone adds one christmas song.

THE BIRTHDAY PARTY - DEAD JOE

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe

Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car smash
A-a-a-a-a-smash
Dead joe

Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Junk-sculpture turning back to junk
Ju-ju-ju-ju-junk
Dead joe
Oh joe no-o-o-o-o-o! its christmas time joe
Its christmas time now for you
And all the little bells are hanging two-by-two
The holly and the nativity
Oh speak to me joe speak to me joe speak to me oh
Oh-oh-oh---oh--oh--oh--oh--oh--oh--oh
De-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e--e-e-e-ead joe

Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe
Oh-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho dead joe

Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car smash
Welcome to the car crash
You cant tell the girls from the boys anymore
You cant tell the girls from the boys anymore
You cant tell the girls from the boys anymore
You cant tell the girls from the boys anymore
Ho-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh---oh--oh--oh---oh---oh---oh
De-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e---e-e-e-e-ead joe.

No Christmas for John Quays
Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it
What what
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
He thinks he is
More interesting
Than the world
Ah but five fags
Puts him in a whirl
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
You fucking [full of money] or something for Christ's sake?
I'll have a packet of three-five fives
I'll have 20 of those over there
I'll have 20 No.6 for a headache
And I've had enough right there, stop
(Why is this)
Ah Ah Ah Ah Ah
He spits in the sky
It falls in his eye
And then he gets to sitting
Talking to his kitten
Talking about Frankie Lymon
Tell me why is it so?
Tell me why is it so?
Why did the sky break today?
Why did this happen today?
He gets out of his face with the Idle Race
He gets out of the room with this tune
Although the skins are thin
He knows its up to him
To go out or stay in
I'll stay in
I'll stay in
Have a break
You
Me
X-Mas
X-Mas
Well the powders reach you
And the powders teach you
But when you find they can't reach you
There is no Christmas for junky
There is no girls
Just the traffic passing by
Bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye
Open the room, there's a cloud of smoke
Will you fucking get it together instead of showing off?
Give me one
Give me B
Give me three
Give me D
No X-mas for John Quays

Cheeky Cheeky Christmas by The Cheeky Girls.
I'm sorry, i dont know the lyrics

Little Drummer Boy by Low. You don't really need me to tell you the lyrics, do you?

(If I was only allowed one Christmas song, that would be it. It's sonically perfect)