Tracy. Tracy was angry.
A bad mood. A bad mood.
I told her, "It's an ill wind.
Blows no good. Blows no good."
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"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to Darwin."
"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to Darwin."
I said, "Tracy, won't you listen - this is Christmas!
Don't you go. Don't you go."
She said, "David, believe me, I wouldn't miss this for the world,
I've got to blow. I've got to blow."
"She said again:"
"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to Darwin."
"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to Darwin."
Now she's gone, gone, gone, just like the wind.
I just sigh, I just cried,
But I'm dreaming that I'm gleam-ing
In her eye, in her eye.
"But I'll always hear:"
"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to Darwin."
"Tojo never made it.
Tojo never made it to ___ ___ Darwin."
"That year, Santa never came." (Silent whisper)
"I'm sorry myself that it doesn't go on for longer. There was only a couple more left!"