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As a young lad christmas was sad
My mum was poor as we dreamed of more
The tv was rented and black and white
We needed to fill it with coins each night
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As a young lad christmas was sad
My mum was poor as we dreamed of more
The tv was rented and black and white
We needed to fill it with coins each night
Coronation street was her favourite
Grangehill was mine and if it ran out we knew we had nowt
our bedrooms were cold and lots of mould
the windows frozen and frames full of holes
When she asked us what you want santa to bring
We told her were not bothered about a thing
And knew she didnt have money for anything

As a young lad christmas was sad
My brothers and sister we had a step dad
He was nasty and cruel which made us mad
Mum tried her best for all we had
Christmas was hard but with loads of cards
From school friends to family is we had

As a young lad christmas was sad
With snow outside and holes in the boots
Socks too small or none at all
If we played out we'd have frozen bones
So i used breadbags and wiggled my toes
Fingers so numb my nose so cold
Building snowmen i was really too cold for

As a young lad christmas was sad
Mum worked four jobs to help feed our gobs
I dont know how but she always suprised us
Each christmas morning we had more than we wished for
From a madness album and record player
a new set of clothes a new pair of boots
To a big bag of soldiers
How much she spent she never told us

As a young lad christmas was sad
Now ive grown older i know it wasnt bad
My mum gave us all that she ever had
Thank you mum x

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