Kersfees in Afrika
Sesendertig grade in die somerson, snikheet
En 'n pikswart kersfeesvader sit voor 'n winkelsentrum en sweet
Kinders loop in plakkies rond aan roomyse en smul
En net die prentjies op kerskaartjies is in spierwit sneeu gehul
Kersfees in Afrika, as hy wil kan kersfeesvader maar sy kort broekie hier dra
Kersfees in Afrika, ruil jou takbok vir 'n donkie en jou slee vir 'n donkiekar
Hahaha, dis kersfees in Afrika
Glühwein en kaneel gee pad vir bier en aromat
'n geroosterde kalkoen maak plek vir 'n braai in die achterwerf
Niemand hier dra mussies nie en jassies is taboe
Met 'n pet op vol sonbrandroom stroom ons almal strande toe
Kersfees in Afrika, as hy wil kan kersfeesvader maar sy plakkies hier kom dra
Kersfees in Afrika, ruil jou takbok vir 'n donkie en jou slee vir 'n donkiekar
Hahaha, dis kersfees in Afrika!
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Christmas in Africa
Thirty-six degrees in the summer sun, sweltering
And a pitch-black Santa sits in front of a mall, sweating
Kids are running around in flip-flops, enjoying ice cream
And only the pictures on Christmas cards are wrapped in pure white snow
Christmas in Africa, if he wants, Santa can wear his shorts here
Christmas in Africa, trade your buck for a donkey and your sleigh for a donkey cart
Hahaha, it’s Christmas in Africa
Glühwein and cinnamon give way to beer and seasoning
A roasted turkey makes room for a barbecue in the backyard
No one here wears beanies, and jackets are a no-go
With a cap full of sunscreen, we all head to the beaches
Christmas in Africa, if he wants, Santa can wear his flip-flops here
Christmas in Africa, trade your buck for a donkey and your sleigh for a donkey cart
Hahaha, it’s Christmas in Africa!
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