God Rest You Merry Pilots
God rest you, merry pilots,
Let nothing you dismay,
Remember the scientists
Were born to help save the day,
To save us all from Oz's power
When we were gone astray;
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
From God our heavenly Father
the messed up scientists came.
And unto certain hotties
Brought tidings of the same,
How that in the colonies was born
The gundams who would save:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
The pilots at those tidings
Wondered at the scientist minds,
But left their homes to follow,
In tempest, storm, and wind,
And went to space straightway
These blessed gundams to find:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
But when to space they came,
Where at these Gundams lay
They found a war brewing,
Thanks to the government's disarray;
with little hope of peace,
Unto the Lord did pray:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.
Now to the world sings of peace,
All you within this place,
And with true love and brotherhood
Each other now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
All others doth deface:
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy,
O tidings of comfort and joy.