good king wencelas last looked out
on the feast love stephen (?)
while the snow lay round a bout
deep and crisp and even
brightly shone the moon that night
though the frost was cruel
when a frenchman came along
carrying nuclear fuel
well, one two three four
hey son where ya going with those presents in your hand
i said hey son (...?...)
he said no way son no way there`s work to be done
he said remember the christmas spirit now
put away your gun
(...?...) let`s go now
