I'm dreaming of the roast dinner, the best I could hope for
I'm dreaming of the gifts in my sack on Christmas Day
I'm dreaming of tea and biscuits, brought upstairs on a tray
But I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas, that's too much to hope for
I'm dreaming of rushing my breakfast so I can unwrap my mighty haul
I'm dreaming of the chocolate coins hanging from the Christmas tree
I'm dreaming of staring at my presents trying to think what they could be
But I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas, we live in England after all!
I'm dreaming of Top of the Pops 2, the same songs it always is
I'm dreaming of singing along even though it's Slade again
I'm dreaming of the Christmas shopping arriving on time, as if
I'm dreaming of pulling the crackers and seeing what tacky toy I've gained
I'm dreaming of playing a game that of course my brother will win
But I'm not dreaming of a white Christmas, we know it only ever rains