I'm not so bad... I just hate to see a good time had By everyone but me On this lonely Christmas Eve I hear them up and down and up and down the street They're making noise, noise, noise How I hate their happy noise There's only one thing I hate more Come to think of it And that's the people who keep making it Feast, feast, feast, feast They'll have more than anyone could ever eat Me I'm stuck here with my Cream of Wheat There's no one here to feast with me On this lonely Christmas Eve Don't they know I'm up here all alone In my cave up in the hills How I wish that this would go away This dreadful holiday That they call Christmas Day When they're done with all their Christmas noise And they've had their Christmas feast Just when I think that I might finally get a moment's peace They start to... Sing, sing, sing, sing Now I'll never get to sleep I'm screaming out the window But it doesn't do any good They sing and sing and sing all through the neighborhood Sing, sing, sing, sing They take their little break And then they do it all again It's a lonely Christmas Eve
