Tracy.Tracy was angry.   a bad mood.A bad mood.   I told her,"it`s an ill wind   Blows no good.Blows no good."      Then she told me:   "Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Darwin.   Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Drwin."      I said,"Traicy,won`t you listen - this is Christmas!   Don`t you go.Don`t you go."   She said,"David,believe me,I wouldn`t miss this for the world   I`ve got to blow.I`ve got to blow."      She said again:   "Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Darwin   Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Darwin."      Now she`s gone,gone,gone   Just like the wind.   I just sigh,I just sigh,   But I`m dreaming that I`m gleaming   In her eye,in her eye.      But I`ll always hear:   "Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Darwin   Tojo never made it   Tojo never made it to Darwin."      That year,Santa never came.