The Wrong Way Round

歌詞

Jesus strolled on Royal Avenue The church was closed, Sunday afternoon He had some tea, he had to join the queue He said, "I don't mind waiting" He took his teacup and he found a seat He stretched his legs across that busy street To watch a starling jump at things to eat They just don't mind waiting And he wrote this song on Christmas day With all his candles burning "My people are not speaking, there's something wrong And I thought that my returning might have made them strong And that Jingle Bells and jangle, I don't know that song But they're playing it the wrong way round" Jesus rose up, tried to take a bus He had no change, oh, there was such a fuss I think he stood 'bout two in front of us He said, "I don't mind waiting" He heard the brass band playing on the street He tapped good time out to that Christmas beat And the way the woman stared down at his hands and at his feet Well, that took some beating And he wrote this song on Christmas day There in all his glory "My people are not speaking, there's something wrong And I thought that my returning might have made them strong And that Jingle Bells and jangle, I don't know that song But they're playing it the wrong way round" So he went in search of wise men and he tried to find the manger He went in search of lonely shepherds, shagging kings and angels But all he found was a loneliness, and he felt like such a stranger He said, "Everything's the wrong way round" [Interlude] He checked the shops out, strolled the bright arcades He ripped his white cloak on a barricade The rolls of barbed-wire made him feel afraid And he was crying A woman touched him once and then again Her hair was long and beautiful, but her face was plain "Could you be my Mary Magdalene? Well, at least you're crying" He stopped to look, he was clearly lost The botanic gardens on a Winter frost He saw his image frozen on a cross Of Winter bracken Children playing by a tiny lake An infant shouted out, "Ah, fe' Jesus' sake!" He knew then he'd made such a great mistake And he just kept on walking There's no such thing as Christmas day No Jingle Bells, no jangle "The empty church is shivering, those empty songs And the way the children try to stay up, all night long But it's not me that they're waiting for, no, that's all long gone And everything's the wrong way round"