From the recording Christmas In A Blue Collar Town

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Here's a Phil Spector inspired #GaragePop anthem for all the hard working folks doing their best at Christmastime. An underlying message of brotherhood and charity in Joe's lyrics will warm Holiday hearts and raise a smile (and a glass or two.)

Lyrics

Christmas In A Blue-Collar Town (Joe Normal)

Well it’s Christmas… In a blue-collar town
We wish you Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town
Have a Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town
We wish you Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town

See all the workers rush to get their pay,
And then we’ll still go help Santa to load up his sleigh

Because it’s Christmas… In our blue-collar town
Helpin’ out this Christmas… In a blue-collar town

Gonna strike a deal with the man down the block,
And we’re gonna buy the best tree on his whole damn lot,

For our Christmas… In a blue-collar town,
Gonna get one for our Christmas… In this blue-collar town

C’mon! Going down the pub, and we’ll raise a toast,
For the ones we lost, and the ones we love most

Because it’s Christmas… In this blue-collar town
That’s how we do our Christmas… In a blue-collar town

When I’m on the rooftop I can look out on our town,
And well it don’t seem so bad when I see the snow
Covering the ground,
Of this blue-collar town.
Hey!

Christmas… In a blue-collar town
We wish you Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town
Have a Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town
We wish you Merry Christmas… In a blue-collar town

Hey Santa! Now Listen!
Don’t forget the ones who got mouths to feed, and won’t ya
Give a little something to the folks in the street, and won’t ya
Be a little kinder to the ones in need, and won’t ya
Do what ya can, where we couldn’t succeed

Because it’s Christmas… In a blue-collar town
Because it’s Christmas… In a blue-collar town
Workin’ hard this Christmas… In a blue-collar town
Workin’ hard this Christmas… In a blue-collar town

Hey Santa,
I promise to believe in you,
If ya fill up my stocking with a full tank of gas, and won’t ya
Pay all the bills for the Working Class,
Please let my Daddy hit the Lottery, and won’t ya
Bring back my brother and my sister to me, and won’t ya
Pray for the souls in recovery,
And all the children, who have difficulties, and won’t ya
Please take care of all the missing ones, and won’t ya
Please bring them home where they oughta belong,
And don’t ya forget that time when I did something good, well I
Could use a favor, if ya think you would, you see I
I’ve got this dream I’ve been workin’ on, and… ahh