Christmas
Composer(s): Pete Townshend
Performer(s): The Who



Father:
Did you ever see the faces of children?
They get so excited waking up on Christmas morning
hours before the winter sun's ignited
They believe in dreams and all they mean, including heaven's generosity
Peeping round the door to see what parcels are for free, in curiosity
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Surrounded by his friends he sits so silently and unaware of everything
Playing poxy pin ball, picks his nose and smiles and pokes his tongue at everything
I believe in love, but how can men who've never seen light be enlightened
Only if he's cured will his spirits future level ever heighten
And Tommy doesn't know what day it is
Doesn't know who Jesus was or what praying is
How can he be saved from the eternal grave?
Tommy can you hear me? 
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?

Tommy:
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me
See me, feel me
Touch me, heal me!

Tommy can you hear me? 
Tommy can you hear me?
Tommy can you hear me?
How can he be saved?