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 tree