Jus' T'ain't Feelin' Chris'massy Yet

The carollers are knocking
You're hanging up your stocking
And all the cars are blocking up the street
It's something shocking

The carollers are singing (Good King Wenceslas looked out...)
The telephone is ringing
The ankle-biters are clinging to your legs
They're really swinging

Hello?
Ya-ta-ta-ta
To whom am I speaking?
Ya-ta-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta-ta
Well, I never!
Choo-bop, bup-de-boop-dah, ba-boppa-de-bow!
Goodbye!

Ooh, there's nothing sadder than the old man forcing a smile
Ooh, don't they know that he'd be happy if they left him a while
And he knows (oh, he knows), yes, he knows (yes, he knows)

(He just can't get that feeling out of his head
That he's not feeling all that Chris'massy yet)

The little ones are teething
The carollers are leaving
The message, they're receiving loud and clear
They're really seething

Drowning all my sorrows
Of all those begs and borrows
Another year to save it up again
'Cause that what follows
...Cheers!

Ya-ta-ta-ta
Ya-ta-ta-ta, ya-ta-ta-ta
Choo-bop, bup-de-boop-dah, ba-boppa-de-bow!

Ooh, there's nothing funnier than the neighbours caught on the hop
Ooh, taking the family with the money to the shop (to the shop)
And they shop (and they shop) till they drop (till they drop)

I'm just not feelin' all that Chris'massy yet
And thinking of all the presents that I won't get
How many I didn't get, I forget, I forget... hmm, ahh!

Oh, I'm just not feeling it this year, I'm just not in the mood
I know; I'll wander to the window and a-ponder for a while
Ooh, hello!

Pretty Miss, as you pass my door, that's number twenty-two
Won't you allow me to steal a little kiss under the mistletoe?
(Get stuffed) Oh pooh!
Jus' t'ain't feelin' Chris'massy yet
Jus' t'ain't feelin' Chris'massy yet