as i walk the streets of Naples
on a quiet Christmas day
i think about the ones i love
back in the U.S.A.
i’m just another sailor
trying to make it on my own
but the holidays are hard to take
some thousand miles from home
CHORUS
when it’s Christmas time in Naples
there’s no present ‘neath the tree
no snow upon the rooftops
no people in the street
eggnog doesn’t taste the same
the turkey’s cold and dry
when you’re overseas at Christmas
you hold it all inside
i nudge into a crowded bar
and order up a beer
think about the girl i love
and wish that she were here
if i had the cash to spare
i’d fly her out to me
but you just don’t make that kind of bread
when you live out on the sea
CHORUS – modified
when it’s Christmas time in Naples
Santa doesn’t bring a gift
Rudolph’s nose don’t shine so bright
and Frosty never lived
ol’ Grinch, he must’ve been here
‘cause the yuletide spirit’s gone
when you’re overseas a Christmas
you wonder why you joined
i’m stumbling back to the pier
and it’s not because i’m stoned
think there’s something in my eyes
these Roman wind’s are strong
so i stop to make a phone call
when the lines are finally clear
i just get disconnected
guess i’ll see them all next year
CHORUS
Western Mediterranean
Sea ‘87
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