Don't They Know It Isn't Even Fall? (Do They Know It's Christmas?, Bob Geldof / Midge Ure)

A week ago, I was delighted to discover that my favorite local radio station has decided to play nothing but seasonal music for the next month. Ever since, I've been tuning in as often as I can, and one of the songs that has really stuck with me is Do They Know It's Christmas?. So inevitably a song running through my head so much provided some inspiration. Thus a rousing anthem rallying the western world against hunger in Africa becomes a rant against the extension of the Christmas shopping season into ridiculously early territory. I guess it all boils down to consumerism either way...

Don't They Know It Isn't Even Fall?

It's summertime,
Coming up on Labor Day.
In summertime
The winter seems to be far away.
But once the aisles are emptied
Of the swimsuits and beach toys,
All the months will be a blur till Christmastime.

So please beware.
Preyed on by sugarplums,
Your bills will climb
Before December ever comes.
When you near those picture windows,
You will be paralyzed by fear
That the merchandise they're showing's
For the closing of the year.
After months of endless jingling,
Silver bells will make you blue,
And you'll want to shove Saint Nick back up that flue!

Though there won't be snow outside until November here,
The stores are decked with phony trees and lights.
Each blink of Rudolph's nose
Makes irritation grow.
Don't they know it isn't even fall?

Here's to waiting until Thanksgiving's done.
Here's to thinking anticipation's fun.
Don't they know it isn't even fall?

It's absurd.
It's absurd.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August. 
It's absurd selling ornaments in August.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August.
It's absurd selling ornaments in August...