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A Whitehawk version of the Irving Berlin classic (Reproduced by kind permission of Universal Music Publishing)
Lyrics: Ollie, Simon, Dick
Croon: Simon
Punk: Ollie
Backing vocals: Simon, Ollie, Dick
Music, arrangement, production: Dick
Lead guitar : Dave Dilliway
Bass; Richard Marris
Hawking in the Air: Woody
Sheep: Themselves
lyrics
I'm dreaming of a Whitehawk Christmas
Just like the ones we used to see
Where the scoreboard glistens, and children listen
To Hear the Ultras in the Din
I'm dreaming of a Whitehawk Christmas
With every Smirnoff Ice I buy
May your games be merry and Bright
For Santa's wearing Red and White
I'm dreaming of a Whitehawk Christmas
With every jingle of my Keys
Where the drums and cowbell, and the pitch aint level
And the wind and rain can make you freeze
I'm dreaming of a Whitehawk Christmas
With every Christmas Chant I hear
Where the steps have a Motto, That beats Santa's grotto
And you know a friend is very near
I'm dreaming of a whitehawk Christmas
Just like the one Bing sang today
Where the players come to thank us, eat vegan pigs in blankets
And sheep all stop to watch them play
I'm dreaming of a whitehawk Christmas
To watch the football that's for all
losing or winning, the din keeps on singing
Beneath the Christmas mirror ball
I'm dreaming of a whitehawk Christmas
Just like the ones we used to see
Where the scoreboard glistens, and children listen
To Hear the Ultras in there Din
I'm dreaming of a whitehawk Christmas
With every Smirnoff Ice I buy
May your games be merry and Bright
For Santa's wearing Red and White
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