Christmas Makes Me Sick
When I hear those jingle bells jangling
I get chills in my bones
When the kids all come Christmas caroling
I say, "Nobody's home!"
Feels like December, lasts for forever
Roll on January quick
'Cause jingle bells and cinnamon swirls
And everything else about Christmas makes me sick
Man and wife, all snuggled up happily
Brings a tear to my eye
Like a scene straight out of Love Actually
Makes me actually cry
Don't give a stink, if my little girls thinks
That I'd get on great with the Grinch
'Cause silent nights and fairy lights
And everything nice about Christmas makes me flinch
Last time it was Christmas, my fella went and left us
And took away the magic and joy
He didn't even send a Christmas card for Brenda
And if he did, it would be destroy-oy-oyed
No turkey feast, call off the Queen's speech
I don't need no gift from St. Nick
Please, I know you won't admit it, but you're agreeing with it
Christmas makes me sick
Oh, stuff the snow and hung mistletoe
I don't need no man on a sleigh
Happy New Year is like bells to my ears
It means I can finally say
"Stop having fun!" From the top of my lungs
Like some Scrooge-obsessed fanatic
'Cause jingle bells and fairy lights
Cinnamon swirls and silent nights
The sprouts, the stuffing, the stocking with stuff in
To me, it means nothing
'Cause everything about Christmas makes me sick!
I get chills in my bones
When the kids all come Christmas caroling
I say, "Nobody's home!"
Feels like December, lasts for forever
Roll on January quick
'Cause jingle bells and cinnamon swirls
And everything else about Christmas makes me sick
Man and wife, all snuggled up happily
Brings a tear to my eye
Like a scene straight out of Love Actually
Makes me actually cry
Don't give a stink, if my little girls thinks
That I'd get on great with the Grinch
'Cause silent nights and fairy lights
And everything nice about Christmas makes me flinch
Last time it was Christmas, my fella went and left us
And took away the magic and joy
He didn't even send a Christmas card for Brenda
And if he did, it would be destroy-oy-oyed
No turkey feast, call off the Queen's speech
I don't need no gift from St. Nick
Please, I know you won't admit it, but you're agreeing with it
Christmas makes me sick
Oh, stuff the snow and hung mistletoe
I don't need no man on a sleigh
Happy New Year is like bells to my ears
It means I can finally say
"Stop having fun!" From the top of my lungs
Like some Scrooge-obsessed fanatic
'Cause jingle bells and fairy lights
Cinnamon swirls and silent nights
The sprouts, the stuffing, the stocking with stuff in
To me, it means nothing
'Cause everything about Christmas makes me sick!
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Writer(s): Tom Fletcher
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