written by Chris Barry

Lyrics

It's Christmas time in China,
no tree to dress and no turkey either,
this year there'll be no Yule-time log,
just an apple if your lucky and lungs full of smog,

It's Christmas time in China,
and while they're knocking up the latest designer,
all the kids in the fashion production prisons,
Sing songs of joy for Communism,

I know it's not the normal way,
but please could we have boxing day,
to nurse the massive heads in store,
from all the beer the night before,

We only have one day each year,
to spread some joy and Christmas cheer,
lets order Guinness and Whiskey too,
we'll make this merry if it's the last thing we do!

It's Christmas time in China,
no tree to dress and no turkey either,
this year there'll be no Yule-time log,
just an apple if your lucky and lungs full of smog,

It's Christmas time in China,
and while they're knocking up the latest designer,
all the kids in the fashion production prisons,
Sing songs of joy for Communism,

It's Christmas time in China,
It's Christmas time in China,
It's Christmas time in China,
It's Christmas time in China,