Frances C (Sitting At The Top Of The Christmas Tree)
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Frances C (Sitting At The Top Of The Christmas Tree) #christmassong #katebush #nothingrhymeswithorange #bringbacktopshop #relativeclausesstartingwithprepositions #chips #favouritethings #barmcakeorcob #nomenclature #twittermob #defundthewoke LYRICS: Well you could give me everything for which I’ve ever wished tick every item off my Christmas wish list but no matter how you try and no matter how you dare there’s one person to whom you will never compare You could buy me a frisbee or a seven-sided dice a hot-air balloon ride yeah, that would be nice! and as I flew from Paris to Timbuktu I’d look down at the peasants and shout ”What did your loved ones get for you?” One says he got a croissant and someone else got something else I thought the only word with no rhymes in English was “orange” but it seems that nothing quite rhymes with the word “else” Well go on then pour me some cava let’s make things really go Pop! let’s travel back in time and re-open Top Shop Yeah you could do all this for me but you’re still not gonna be sitting at the top of the Christmas tree because that particular position is reserved for Frances C. Well you could empty the contents of your purse into my hand tell me I’m the fairest boy in the land You could shower me in compliments from dawn until dusk You could put an end to the hunting of elephants for their tusks You could open the eyes of the perpetually silly Calm the Twitter mob down when they’re getting too shrilly You could orchestrate a friendship between me and Kate Bush and when I’m struggling up that hill you could give me a push Yeah you could do all this for me but you’re still never gonna be sitting at the top of the Christmas tree You could wrestle a porcupine or make me some chips and serve them alongside an array of my favourite dips Give me twenty maids milking or five hundred golden rings A partridge in a pear tree all my favourite things You could finally settle the argument: is it a barm cake, or a cob? Always nod with approval when I’m opening my gob You could make intelligence fashionable again You could defund the woke No need to tear the whole system down just because a little bit of it’s a little bit broke Even when it’s not Christmas, Frances stays up that tree and when my friends come around, they say “What’s your mother doing up there?” I say “I don’t fucking know – it’s embarrassing!” They say “tell her to come down” I say “I’ve tried, but she won’t” I implore you, Mother think about the tree You’re a normal-weighted human but it’s still just a tree that’s a suitable size for an average living room but I know that in reality she’ll always be at the top of the hierarchy to me Yeah you can do all that for me You can give all that to me You can give everything to me but you’re still not gonna be sitting at the top of the Christmas tree because that particular position is reserved for Frances C and it’s always gonna be Frances C sitting at the top of my Christmas tree.