When I was a small boy Here in London town Seasons snow was falling on the ground All the friends and family Here on Christmas Eve Gather round to dress The Christmas tree But daddy’s down at the pub Full of Christmas cheer Probably won’t come home Until next year
Chorus Oh the Christmas bells are ringing And the carolers are singing But Daddy, he don’t hear ‘em He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree Santa’s balls are jingling Mommy’s hips a-wiggling But Daddy, he don’t hear ‘em He’s yellin, he’s yellin’ At the Christmas tree
All right now yeah…
Uncle is a sports fan Granny likes a joke But no one laughs when Daddy’s stumbles home But he don’t fall asleep Wah! The night was getting black
You see, oh God, Dad had too much Jack Oh Lord!
Every year is the same old thing Like Rudolph’s red nose Telling this story will never get old
Chorus
Well alright now yeah… Well alright now… Yellin’ at the Christmas tree
Santa came down the chimney But then he ran upstairs Jumped in bed with Mommy She didn’t care Across the room went the fruitcakes Ah, the wreath came off the door If these are holidays I can take no more Every year it’s the same old thing Like Rudolph’s red nose Hearing this story will never get old
Chorus
Santa’s balls are jingling Mommy’s hips a-wiggling But Daddy, he don’t hear ‘em He’s yellin’ He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeah…
He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree He’s yellin’ at the Christmas tree He’s sleeping it the Christmas treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
