Well I'm half a mile from Canberra
Where it snowed for fifteen minutes
Now it's gone

I could put my stocking on the tree
Suspending all belief
But I know that's wrong
So very wrong

'Cos it's Christmas in July
And my extraordinary life is still on song
A lot going on
I've released my inner Santa
And he's dancing with the 'roos by the billabong
In a sarong

We're eight thousand miles from Reykjavik
Where snow is falling thick
And I miss my boo
I don't know what to do

So I stare back at a reindeer
Through a glass wall
In the old Taronga zoo
And I think of you
'Cos it's Christmas in July
And this extraordinary guy
Who's aim was true
But he missed his cue

Is dreaming of a cold white night
Where everything
Could be put right
Tonight
For me and you, ah yeah

I'm driving out in this nowhere zone
To find some place, somewhere warm to go
'Cos it's so damn cold

Soon everything could be put right
My lonely snow-cone world
Would be shut tight
Without a fight

And I'll see Santa landing on the roof
A lone star in the sky
To serve as proof
Oh ain't that the truth?

But it's Christmas in July
And my extraordinary life's all black and white
Out here tonight
And there must have been an oversight
No blinking of a warning light
Tonight
And that ain't right
So it's Christmas all alone
I'm in a place that I can't really call my home
And my cover's blown
And I'm a million light years
Out of place
Dreaming of a time so far away
So far from home
And I'm all alone