This is one of my favourite Christmas songs, despite being about two drunks/junkies wishing they were dead. [Lyrics] It reached number 2 on the UK Christmas charts in 1987 and since that was the year I was in England for Christmas, I heard it played many times over -- no doubt it is permanently burned into a few brain cells.
Oddly, we were discussing this over the weekend. I had been playing the Ghosts of Oxford Street CD, and explained this was the track that made me purchase it. I had no idea that Kirsty MacColl had even died let alone that there was such an uproar over her death. Now, though, I am really curious.
Hmmm... went searching for more info about the Ghosts of Oxford Street and find that it is the soundtrack to a
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It's a great song, isn't it? So refreshing to hear a song that mentions the "C" word that doesn't drip with nauseating sentimentality. Shane MacGowan is the best.
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