Yippee! It's nearly Christmas
It's nearly time to hide
From the kids wanting gifts,
The huge snowdrifts
And those who consume a lot of beer
When they welcome in another year
And wobble down the street singing nursery rhymes
Laughing at their own cleverness in poisoning their minds.

Yippee! It's nearly Christmas
It's nearly gone for another year
But the big black hole in my bank account
Will remain long after the season's out
I will be forced to stop being a slob
And go out to find a part time job
And listen how everyone regales
About their Christmas as they strut around the sales.