Tracy.Tracy was angry.
a bad mood.A bad mood.
I told her,»it`s an ill wind
Blows no good.Blows no good.»
Then she told me:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Drwin.»
I said,»Traicy,won`t you listen — this is Christmas!
Don`t you go.Don`t you go.»
She said,»David,believe me,I wouldn`t miss this for the world
I`ve got to blow.I`ve got to blow.»
She said again:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.»
Now she`s gone,gone,gone
Just like the wind.
I just sigh,I just sigh,
But I`m dreaming that I`m gleaming
In her eye,in her eye.
But I`ll always hear:
«Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin
Tojo never made it
Tojo never made it to Darwin.»
That year,Santa never came.