I don't want a lot for Christmas There is just one thing I need I don't care about the presents Underneath the Christmas tree I just think that you should know All the gifts that you bestow They're all fucking trash Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh All I want for Christmas – Is cash!
I don't want no socks for Christmas All the clothes you choose are vile Cartoon ties are only worn By simpletons, and paedophiles I don't share your taste in music Why would I like JLS? I don't want a fucking voucher What the fuck is BHS? I don't want to make a scene Please withhold that tangerine Save it for the trash All I want for Christmas – Is cash!
When I get this shit, then first thing boxing day I take photos of it, and list it on eBay I'm not “after thought” 'Cause all your thoughts are awful! Boxers from my boyfriend might be a cute idea But from members of my family that's really fucking weird! I don't want a pair of slippers Or the matching dressing gown Raise your hands above your head Step away from molten brown I don't want another sweater I just want to pay the rent I don't need those chocolate coins I'll take the cash equivalent There's no trinket you could choose There's a chance in hell I'd use. SHOVE IT UP YOUR GASH! All I want for Christmas – Is caaaash!