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AUSSIE JINGLE BELLS

Dashing through the bush in a rusty Holden ute,
Kicking up the dust, esky in the boot,
Kelpie by my side, singing Christmas songs,
It's summer time and I am in my singlet, shorts and thongs.

CHORUS: 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.

Engines getting hot, dodge the kangaroos,
Swaggy climbs aboard, he is welcome too.
All the family's there, sitting by the pool, Christmas day the Aussie way, by the barbecue.

CHORUS: 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 has come round to go, we take a family snap,
Then pack the car and all shoot through
Before the washing up.

CHORUS: 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.

(Copyright ) Greg Champion and Colin Buchanan