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To settle down with you was the plan,
I was ready to become a family man but now i'm feeling like a right James Blunt at Christmas,
Pint after pint of lager and lime,
Tears drop into my tipple,
I'm on the decline,
Oh yes i'm feeling like a right James Blunt at Christmas,

I stagger about underneath the Christmas lights in my town,
Such a clown to think you were all mine,
You got me feeling like a right James Blunt at Christmas,

At Christmas time - won't have to pretend to your dad that i'm clever,
At Christmas time - won't have to suffer your racist uncle Trevor,
At Christmas time - yes I can leave all of that to your new fella,
At Christmas time - i'll just be sat here with my old mate Stella,

I lounge about,
Kebab on my lap,
Another night in for one scratching my old chap,
All gloomy feelings,
Like a right James Blunt at Christmas,
I flick through the Radio Times and wonder how long traditional, print format magazines will survive,
All whilst i'm feeling like a right James Blunt at Christmas,

At Christmas time - won't have to pretend to your dad that i'm clever,
At Christmas time - won't have to suffer your racist uncle Trevor,
At Christmas time - yes I can leave all of that to your new fella,
At Christmas time - i'll just be sat here with my old mate Stella,

But wait there's hope for me just yet!
Who's that knocking at my door? It's good old Auntie Bet,
She's only gone & got me a Lynx Africa gift box set,

At Christmas time - won't have to pretend to your dad that i'm clever,
At Christmas time - won't have to suffer your racist uncle Trevor,
At Christmas time - yes I can leave all of that to your new fella,
At Christmas time - i'll just be sat here with my old mate Stella,
Just me & stella,