Don't want no coal
Anymore
But being good's
Too much a chore
I cry each time
He comes around

And here he comes
He's back in town

Can't believe Santa's gall
Every time I drop the ball
When I'm caught in a white lie
Or I make my sister cry
Then off his list I fall

Don't want a lump
That's for sure
But I'm off his list
Just like before

I hide each time
He comes around

Here he comes
Don't make a sound

When he saw me drink a beer
And push my brother off the pier
Then he moved my name a tad
From his good list to his bad
Labeled "bad" another year

Don't want this chunk
Of coal no more
This Christmas bum
Has got me sore

I'll try this time
He's chimney bound

Here he comes
Don't make a sound
Pour cement down
Now Santa's bound