I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   And then, baby, I'm through   Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference   Except maybe to you      But I've tried to use that trick   Like a carrot on a stick   So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   Then, baby, I'm through      I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   And then, baby, I'm done   One less fucker trying to get in the business   Of the prodigal son      Where I know I can't compete   Once I'm off of Hastings Street   So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   Then, baby, I'm done      'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober   And I've been this way since the end of October   And I know enough to know   That, baby, when it's over, it's over   And it's over   'Cause, baby, I'm done      I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   And then call it a day   Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness   To my moral decay      And that, once upon a time   I believed it was a victimless crime   I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas   Then call it a day   Then call it a day   Then call it a day