(Larry Boone/Richie McDonald/Paul Nelson) The shepherds are lit A star in the sky On the outskirts of town A new baby cries No room at the end No crib to be found Oh, but look at him now. He is the reason for the season He is the light that shines on our lives The baby Jesus born in God's grace So we all might rejoice on this day He is the reason for the season. It is a time for presents and toys Tales of Saint Nick Tidings of joy As we celebrate the miracle birth Oh, right here on this earth. He is the reason for the season He is the light that shines on our lives The baby Jesus born in God's grace So we all might rejoice on this day He is the reason for the season. He's the reason for the giving The joy thats never ending That comes on Christmas morning In the eyes of a child It's what it means to me and you That's the true meaning of this time Oh, this time. He is the, He is the reason for the season He is the light that shines on our lives The baby Jesus born in God's grace So we all might rejoice on this day He is the reason for the season He is the light that shines on our lives The baby Jesus born in God's grace So we all might rejoice on this day He is the reason for the season...

White domes on sacred sand, B52's in Arnhem Land Lasers in the stratosphere, Cold War buccaneers There's a shadow across the sun, alarm to struggle and fight There's poisoned seeds in the perfumed garden And the spectre of an endless night Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Vogue fashions, empty passions World banks, corporation think-tanks Feeding us our new-made views With our Weeties and our septic news Geriatric B-grade actor, power in his paternal smile His inane quotes are last years jokes And now we judge all his lies on style Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Melt-down, southbound, the winds are blowing gale force Gather up the children, and batten down the doors Hope's like a beacon in the howling night Mururoa, Pine Gap, Greenham Common Together it's going to be a long hard fight Rambo, cult machismo, Armageddon The clouds keep spreading Warriors rule by fear, a fission for the profiteers Mass march, rally in the twilight Heart and soul a call for peace If power is blocked at the ballot box We'll vote it in the open streets Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Feel the cold winds turning, keep the faith burning Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane Fire in the Ukraine, dust on the high plains Thunder in the distance, running with the hurricane

I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time Is it half empty or half full? This glass of mine I'm only half wrong If you were thinkin' 'bout stayin' this time It's only midnight And I got nothin', nothin' but time It may be half-baked But I've got lots, lots of ideas Hey darlin', here's one Won't you come and lend me your ear? Like Mona Lisa gave old Da Vinci that half smile I'll paint a picture that will half convince you I'm fine It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I got half a mind to tell you 'bout it, brother It's always six of one, and half a dozen of the other This or that, tit for tat My baby's on the line I'm always only half the way to makin' her all mine I'm only half drunk If you'll be buyin' one more round I've been half crazy Tryin' to simmer, simmer on down You see half the people, but only half of half of the time Tell me, how can a nickel stand right up to a dime? I'm only half drunk This night is half gone And I'll be long gone before too long It's only midnight And I've got nothin', nothin' but time I'm only half drunk If you were thinkin' of pourin' more wine

She came down from Cincinatti It took her three days on a train Looking for some peace and quiet Hoped to see the sun again But now she lives down by the ocean She's taking care to look for sharks They hang out in the local bars And they feed right after dark Can't you feel them circling, honey? Can't you feel them swimming around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town Oh-oh-woah, oh-oh-woah You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town She's saving up all of her money Wants to hit it south in may Maybe roll in the sand with a rock 'n roll man Somewhere down Monserat Way But the money's good, and the season Helps to lighten up her load Boys keep her high as the months go by She's getting post cards from the road Can't you feel them closing in, honey? Can't you feel them schooling around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town Sailed off to Antigua It took her three days on a boat Looking for some peace and quiet Maybe keep her dreams afloat But now she feels like A remora With the school still close at hand Just behind the reef are the big white teath Of the sharks that can swim on the land Can't you feel them circling, honey? Can't you feel them schoolin' around? You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only bait in town You got fins to the left, fins to the right And you're the only girl in town

Way down here, you need a reason to move Feel a fool running your stateside games Lose your load, leave your mind behind Baby, James Oh, Mexico It sounds so simple, I just got to go The sun's so hot, I forgot to go home I guess I'll have to go now Americano's got the sleepy eyes But his body's still shakin' like a live wire Senorita with her eyes on fire Don't you know Oh, Mexico It sounds so sweet with the sun sinkin' low The moon so bright likes to light up the night Make everything alright Baby's hungry and the money's all gone The folks back home don't want to talk on the phone She gets a long letter and sends back a postcard Times are hard Oh, down in Mexico I've never really been, so I don't really know Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Oh, Mexico I've never really been but I'd sure like to go Oh-oh-oh, Mexico I guess I'll have to go now Talkin' 'bout Mexico (Mexico) Little honkey tonk down in Mexico South of Margaritaville, I've been told Andale, Andale, vamonos Oh, yeah, let's load this cast of characters on that boat and head south Oh, yeah, we got a wind at our back Smooth sailin' all the way We got old Nordstrom, he's our chef He's down in that galley cookin' up a Barometer Soup for us We gotta stop at our offshore Bank of Bad Habits And make a deposit or a withdrawal I don't know which one, y'know? We're goin' down to the land of the Mayans Yeah, they were here long before the cavemen were Cavemen in blue jeans, oh, excuse me, that's not Politically Correct That's cave persons in blue jeans Skip, Wiley and Skink, we may run into them Up to no good down there Watch out for those barefoot children Stompin' around in those puddles Oh, yeah, and that remittance man He's just goin' 'round and 'round He may run into 'ol Frank Bama Cruisin' around in the Hemisphere Dancer I don't know, I might have my Long Board down there