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

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

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

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 tree