Aussie Jingle Bells Songtext
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Aussie Jingle Bells Songtext
Dashing Through the bush
In a rusty Holden Ute
Kicking up the dust
Esky (A food cooler) in the boot (the Trunk)
Kelpie (cattle dog) by my side
Singing Christmas songs
It′s summer time and I am in my singlet,
shorts and thongs!
Oh, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas in Australia
On a Scorching summer's day
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Christmas time is beaut
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a rusty Holden Ute!
Engine′s getting hot
Dodge the Kangaroos
Swaggie climbs aboard
He is welcome too
All the fam-I-Iy is there
Sitting by the pool
Christmas day, the Aussie way
By the barbeque!
Oh, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas in Australia
On a Scorching summer's day
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Christmas time is beaut
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a rusty Holden Ute!
Come the afternoon
Grandpa has a doze
The kids and Uncle Bruce
Are swimming in their clothes
The time comes round to go
We take a family snap (photo)
Then pack the car and all shoot through (go home)
Before the washing up.
In a rusty Holden Ute
Kicking up the dust
Esky (A food cooler) in the boot (the Trunk)
Kelpie (cattle dog) by my side
Singing Christmas songs
It′s summer time and I am in my singlet,
shorts and thongs!
Oh, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas in Australia
On a Scorching summer's day
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Christmas time is beaut
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a rusty Holden Ute!
Engine′s getting hot
Dodge the Kangaroos
Swaggie climbs aboard
He is welcome too
All the fam-I-Iy is there
Sitting by the pool
Christmas day, the Aussie way
By the barbeque!
Oh, Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Jingle all the way
Christmas in Australia
On a Scorching summer's day
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells
Christmas time is beaut
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a rusty Holden Ute!
Come the afternoon
Grandpa has a doze
The kids and Uncle Bruce
Are swimming in their clothes
The time comes round to go
We take a family snap (photo)
Then pack the car and all shoot through (go home)
Before the washing up.
Writer(s): Colin Keith Robert Buchanan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com