Guess the lyrics (#64)

Do you know this epistolatory song?
Apologies for being parochial, but it's the twenty-first of December
These are the original lyrics, no Nina Simone
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Answer
Hello
Dan,
It's
Joe
here,
I
hope
you're
keeping
well
It's
the
twenty-first
of
December
and
now
they're
ringing
the
last
bells
If
I
get
good
behaviour
I'll
be
out
of
here
by
July
Won't
you
kiss
my
kids
on
Christmas
Day?
Please
don't
let
'em
cry
for
me
I
guess
the
brothers
are
driving
down
from
Queensland
and
Stella's
flying
in
from
the
coast
They
say
it's
gonna
be
a
hundred
degrees,
even
more
maybe,
but
that
won't
stop
the
roast
Who's
gonna
make
the
gravy
now?
I
bet
it
won't
taste
the
same
Just
add
flour,
salt,
a
little
red
wine
And
don't
forget
a
dollop
of
tomato
sauce
for
sweetness
and
that
extra
tang
And
give
my
love
to
Angus
and
to
Frank
and
Dolly
Tell
'em
all
I'm
sorry
I
screwed
up
this
time
And
look
after
Rita
I'll
be
thinking
of
her
early
Christmas
morning
When
I'm
standing
in
line
I
hear
Mary's
got
a
new
boyfriend
I
hope
he
can
hold
his
own
Do
you
remember
the
last
one?
What
was
his
name
again?
(Just
a
liitle
too
much
cologne)
And
Roger,
you
know
I'm
even
gonna
miss
Roger
'cause
there's
sure
as
hell
no-one
in
here
I
want
to
fight
Oh
praise
the
baby
Jesus,
have
a
merry
Christmas
I'm
really
gonna
miss
it,
all
the
treasure
and
the
trash
And
later
in
the
evening,
I
can
just
imagine,
you'll
put
on
Junior
Murvin
and
push
the
tables
back
And
you'll
dance
with
Rita
I
know
you
really
like
her
Just
don't
hold
her
too
close
Oh
brother
please
don't
stab
me
in
the
back
I
didn't
mean
to
say
that,
it's
just
my
mind
plays
up,
multiplies
each
matter,
turns
imagination
into
fact
You
know
I
love
her
badly,
she's
the
one
to
save
me
I'm
gonna
make
some
gravy
I'm
gonna
taste
the
fat
Tell
her
that
I'm
sorry
Yeah
I
love
her
badly
Tell
'em
all
I'm
sorry
And
kiss
the
sleepy
children
for
me
You
know
one
of
these
days
I'll
be
making
gravy
I'll
be
making
plenty
I'm
gonna
pay
'em
all
back
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