Good king wencelas last looked out
On the feast love stephen (?)
While the snow lay round a bout
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the moon that night
Though the frost was cruel
When a frenchman came along
Carrying nuclear fuel
Well, one two three four
Hey son where ya going with those presents in your hand
I said hey son (...?...)
He said no way son no way there`s work to be done
He said remember the christmas spirit now
Put away your gun
(...?...) let`s go now
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