Mistletoe in rows   But I don’t give a damn   Unless you feed me wine   And try to have some semblance of a good time.      Try to crack a smile   Even if it hurts   And hang around a while   To watch the snowflakes gather in the dirt.      Well I wouldn’t trade away   All the merry mistletoe   In Granny’s Christmas Dickens show   Way before the war.      And Santa Claus and Superman   Ran away to Disneyland      In all the aggravation,   Everyone forgot   To pray for all the sweet things   Your money never bought you on a good day.      Well gather up your things   And bustle down the lighted streets   Say “Hi!” to all the eyes we meet.   Go to midnight mass   And act as if we go there all the time.      Dandelions won’t ever grow   Here inside our melancholy   Haaa-holiday show.