I'm going home for Christmas in suburbia Where the sodium lights are golden in the rain On the plastic and the chrome Of the people going home They will jingle-jangle by electric candlelight Christmastime I'll celebrate a shoe-string saturnalia With a cracker or two and some cheap old cherry wine (cheap old wine about a quid or two) We'll have cotton-wool for snow You can let the turkey go I'm not killing over Christmas in suburbia Anytime Party 'round at my place after closing time You can bring your own There's none at home I drank it all You might have known And all the stars are shining in suburbia As you wake up in a room that's not your own There's an angel in the bed And you wonder what you said Then you realise it's Christmas in suburbia Christmas time There's an angel in the bed And you wonder what you said Then you realise it's Christmas You realise it's Christmas You realise it's Christmas in suburbia Christmas time