Wake up christmas morning
Force myself out of bed.
The happy day is dawning
And my head's full of dread.

Walk downstairs, the house is cold
And you're a sorry sight
Looking about 100 years old.
Was it just another fight?

There are gifts under the tree
But no one gives a sh*t
False smiles show no ounce of glee
Is this really it?

It's not the gifts that we don't like
It's the company that's poor.
Cause I cried all night.
A sh*t end to 2004.

The christmas dinner's ready
And out comes the drink
I'm still feeling steady
But I wish I couldn't think.

White wine with the starter
Red with the main.
Bringing on the laughter
And ridding of the pain.

Cause Mum told Dad this morning
Act jolly for the kids
For this happy day is dawning.
Come on! I'm not that stupid!

Port, brandy, irish cream liquor
This 14 year old brain
Is becoming a little thicker
Will christmas ever be the same?

I will never know
But one thing is clear
I can't wait for christmas to go
And have a sh*tty new year.