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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 daddys down at the pub
Full of Christmas cheer
Probably wont come home
Until next year
Chorus
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he dont hear em
Hes yellin at the Christmas tree
Santas balls are jingling
Mommys hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he dont hear em
Hes yellin, hes yellin
At the Christmas tree
All right now yeah
Uncle is a sports fan
Granny likes a joke
But no one laughs when
Daddys stumbles home
But he dont 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 Rudolphs 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 didnt 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 its the same old thing
Like Rudolphs red nose
Hearing this story will never get old
Chorus
Santas balls are jingling
Mommys hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he dont hear em
Hes yellin
Hes yellin at the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeah
Hes yellin at the Christmas tree
Hes yellin at the Christmas tree
Hes yellin at the Christmas tree
Hes sleeping it the Christmas tree