Christmas Sucks

One year I got a dog for Christmas

And I gave it to the boy next door

Then I gave him my bike and my mom's bank card

'cause that's what Christmas is for

I used to give a lot at Christmas

You might say I gave to much

Until my family was broke and we had no place to live

That's why, Christmas Sucks

I went down to the mall each Christmas

Had to the Santa what to bring

A train, a bike, a pony and a great big pile of cash

And please don't get my sister anything

But the shopping mall Santa has been drinking

His nose is red from years of drinking scotch

He probably won't remember what's on my Christmas list

This Father Christmas sucks

Christmas Sucks, Christmas Sucks

Getting stuff is much for fun, you gotta look out for number one

Christmas Sucks

Christmas became worse as years went by

It was the most dreaded time of year

My parents got me clothes that just weren't cool

When all I want is money to buy beer

There was a girl at church who I was sweet on

So in the Christmas play I was the ox

I really think she liked me til I stepped on Baby Jesus

Even for our savious Christmas Sucks

Now that I am thirty-wight years old

The only things I get are ties and socks

My kids are never happy with what's under the tree

Soon they'll understand Christmas Sucks

Every freakin' year Christmas Sucks

Christmas Sucks, Christmas Sucks, Christmas Sucks