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, 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...
oh sing, sing, sing, sing
now I'll never get no sleep
I'm screaming out the window,
but it don't do no good
they sing and sing and sing
all through the neighborhood
sing, sing, sing
they take their little break
and then they do it all again
it's a lonely Christmas Eve!