D We sang Halle-G-lujah, has it stopped D raining?
Though the D priest had stopped be-Em-lieving a long time a-A-go
And his com-Bm-panion began to A laugh at the i-D-rony o' G that
And we D walked along in Em an un-G-confortable D silence
Yeah Bm ha- ha- ha- A hallelu-D-jah
Bm ha- ha- ha- A hallelu-G-jah D
St. Patrick led the sailor into the wasteland
A herd of swine surrounded them one day
It was the answer to their prayers, a sure sign that God, he cared
But McCarthy disagreed: it's not that simple
So hallelujah
hallelujah
The fisherman, he rode the city's river
The dirty water rose through sorry planks
And the vandal Moranjou? 'pon Gay St. heard the news
They commissioned him to rise up from the cobbles
Yeah Bm ha-A-llelu-D-jah
Bm ha-A-llelu-D-jah
Bm ha-A-llelu-G-jah D
South Bank Christmas Cracker Hallelujah (01:44)
Rich And Mark took a trip to London's South Bank Christmas Market to spread a little Christmas
cheer. We were almost successful! Note to Americans: A Christmas Cracker is a paper/card item
grasped by two people over the Christmas dinner table. Infused with gunpowder, when pulled at each
end, there is an almighty crack, showering the table with jokes, toys and a paper hat. Trust the
Brits to celebrate Christmas with gunpowder...