Christmas used to be the sh*t, Now it's just sh*tty. End of October, all the lights are in the city, And the Christmas tree's up, I'm sitting here like, "What the f***, It used to last about a week, Now it's a three-month sit-in.
Sick of the same tunes, Sick of the same cartoons, Every year like déjà vu, Christmas special Dr. Who, Catherine Tate and Only Fools, Every f***ing afternoon, Can't we do just something new? Surely Christmas didn't used to be so...
Boring. I just can't be arsed with it. It's so... Boring. It used to be good, but now it's sh...
I used to go to bed early, So the morning came quicker. Now I go to bed late, And I wake up feeling sicker, From the drink inside of me, I'm passing out under the tree. What would I do if Santa could see me?
Back in the day I'd wait all year to get a stocking full of presents, But that feeling of gift needing disappeared with adolescence. It's a shame there's not a way to replicate that excitement, If I could go back I might, but then again I mightn't.
Ding dong merrily on high, In heaven the bells are ringing. Ding dong merrily on high, We're sick of angels singing.