Lyrics: Christmas in the Ghetto
Outside the cafeteria
Begging for a crumb
Bobby sits in the freezing cold
Looking starves and playing dumb
He tells all his sad stories
Hoping someone will believe
And give him some money
Cuz it wouldn't be too funny
If he starved this Christmas Eve
Well, it's Christmas in the Ghetto
Christmas spirits drunk by bums
The sound of angels singing songs
And sleigh bells fill the slums
Well, it's Christmas in the ghetto
And our hearts are filled with cheer
Because we've got fresh bottles of wino wine
And our guts are filled with beer!
Charlie hides between the trees
As people walk the park
prepared to take the valuables
Off dopes out after dark
He'll hock them at the pawn shop
So he can pay his way
To his own perverse universe on this jolly holiday
Christina's on the corner
Looking for someone
Who'll put up some dough for a little show
Who wants to have some fun
She really doesn't like it
But she's got to stay alive
One day she'll make it
But for now she's got to take it
When they say, "Bend over I'll drive!"
Jimmy goes from car to car
Picking people's locks
He steals Bic lighters and cigarette packs
To take back to his cardboard box
When the cops pick him up for vagrancy
He knows just what to say
He's got 'em all beat, he'll be back on the street
Just in time for Christmas day!
He's got 'em all beat, he'll be back on the street
Just in time for Christmas day!
Wow, man, that hurts my throat
Well, it's Christmas in the Ghetto
Christmas spirits drunk by bums
Love is found in the hotel rooms
And derelicts fill the slums
Well, it's Christmas in the ghetto
And we hope it never leaves
Because there's nothing so fun as mugging someone
On a jolly Christmas Eve!