Do They Know It's Christmas?


It's Christmastime

There's no need to stuff your face

At Christmastime, you can still be a member of the human race

And in your world of plenty you can spread a smile of joy

Have a family dinner at home this Christmastime


But say a prayer


Pray for the other ones

At Christmastime it's hard for them when you're having fun

There's a place that's called a kitchen

And it's a place of dread and fear

Where the only fluid flowing is blood and sweat and tears

And the dinner gongs that ring are the clanging chimes of doom

Well tonight thank god it's them instead of you


And chefs won't be spending time at home this Christmastime

The greatest gift they'll get this year is sleep

(Oooh) And no one ever tips

They just demand extra chips

Do chefs know it's Christmastime at all?


(Here's to you) raise a glass to everyone

(Here's to them) Slaving to get your dinners done

Do chefs know it's Christmastime at all?


Feed yourselves

Give the chefs a Christmas break


Feed yourselves

Give the chefs a Christmas break


[Repeat to fade or until chefs die of exhaustion].


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