Crikey, It's Christmas!

by The Van Bloom Brothers

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released December 23, 2013

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Track Name: Bazza The Red Nosed Wombat
Bazza the Red Nosed Wombat


You know Tommy and Angus and Pauly and Petey,
Arlo and Andy and Squid Face and Goosey.
But do you recall, the most standard wombat of all?

Bazza the red nosed wombat,
Had a very shiny nose.
That’s not all that unusual,
Pretty standard I suppose.

All of the other wombats,
Used to laugh and call him names.
‘cos he wasn’t good at cricket,
or any other games.

Then one sunny Christmas eve,
Santa came to say.
“Bazza with your esky lid tight,
won’t you cool my cheese and vegemite.”

Then all he wombats loved him,
And they stopped being mean.
Bazza the red nosed wombat (they said),
You can play on our team.

This story has a moral,
Anyone can plainly see.
If you’ve got a red nose from boozin’,
You probably have a cold esky.
Track Name: Here Comes Santa Claus
Here Comes Santa Claus


Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Drivin’ down Great Ocean Road.
Prezzies are piled up in the back,
And the Holden just loves the load.
Acca Dacca ringin’, Bon Scott singin’,
All is ripper, you beaut!
So hang you stockings and start a froffin’,
Cos Santa’s comin’ in his ute.

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
Munchin’ on vegemite toast.
A case of Fosters on the front seat,
He barrels down the coast.
Hear that V8, how she purrs mate,
Oh what a beautiful sound.
So off to bed with a beer sore head,
‘cos Santa is comin’ around.

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
In his singlet and thongs.
Cookin’ kangaroo on the BBQ,
Singin’ Frenzal Rhomb.
Santa Claus knows that we’re all top blokes,
And sheilas do alright.
So grab your mates for some BBQ steaks,
‘cos Santa Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus,
He’s pullin’ up out the front.
He’s been boozin’ all afternoon,
So I think he’s a little bit drunk.
He’s grabbin’ out the gifts, and stumblin’ on the nature strip,
Oh what a wonderful sight!
So here’s hopin’ and his liver is copin’ and
Santa Claus comes tonight.
Track Name: Sunburnt Christmas
Sunburnt Christmas


I’m dreaming of a sunburnt Christmas.
Just like the ones I used to know.
Where the snags sizzle, and Cold Chisel,
Plays, on the radio.

I’m dreaming of a sunburnt Christmas,
With every pavlova slice I bite.
Put your beer down, let’s go outside and fight.
We’ll come back in and, be best mates all night.

I’m dreaming of a sunburnt Christmas,
With every durrie that I light.
May your bondsi tan be peeling and bright.
I say “G’day mate, how ya been? Alright?”
Track Name: Deck The Fridge
Deck The Fridge


Deck the fridge with cans of VB
Fa la la la la, La la la la
‘tis the season to get seedy
Fa la la la la, La la la la
Don we now bogan apparel
Fa la la, Fa la la, La la la
Hit the pub with Shane and Daryl
Fa la la la la, La la la la

Pour some beer on the hot plate
Fa la la la la, La la la la
Get the barby nice and hot mate
Fa la la la la, La la la la
Fry the snags up charcoal for us
Fa la la, Fa la la, La la la
Sing together Khe Sahn chorus
Fa la la la la, La la la la

Pass out on the couch about 4
Fa la la la la, La la la la
Wake up at 6 for a few more
Fa la la la la, La la la la
Daz and Shano are still here
Fa la la, La la la, La la la
Probably ‘cos of the free beer
Fa la la la la, La la la la

Deck the fridge with cans of VB
Fa la la la la, La la la la
‘tis the season to watch TV
Fa la la la la, La la la la
‘cos tomorrow there’ll be clashes
Fa la la, Fa la la, La la la
Aussies VS Poms in the Ashes
Fa la la la la, La la la la