Tracy, Tracy was angry
A bad mood
I told her, "It's an ill wind
Blows no good"
(Then she told me)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"
I said, "Tracy, won't you listen?
This is Christmas, don't you go"
She said, "David
I wouldn't miss this for the world
But I got to blow"
(Then she said again)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"
Now she's gone, gone, gone
Just like the wind
I just sigh
But I'm dreaming that I'm gleaming
In her eye
(But I'll always hear)
"Tojo never made it to Darwin"
That year, Santa never came