On Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve someone lays down In a cheap motel room, all alone. He takes a drag from his cigarette And falls asleep, with the TV on. Meanwhile on the other side of the town Father's preparing the tree He takes the crystal balls out of their sleeves And figures out where the lights should be On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve In the room next door, where the table's laid His children play on the carpet floor They must not shout and dare not run Or Santa Claus not coming round. Meanwhile on the other side of the town Someone gets caught by the fire No one smells or sees the smoke Rising higher and higher On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve Right at this time on Regent Street They cheerfully turn on the Christmas lights And every one`s in a Christmas mood Sings hand at heart Silent Holy Nights Meanwhile on the other side of the town Mother is beating the kids Than father smashes a crystal star And roars while he`s stepping on the bits On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve Meanwhile in a hut on the artic shelf Santa panting his deer And then he decides to stay home this year He has to take some time for himself On Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve, on Christmas Eve