Candy Cane Girl Don't you know your name, girl? Twelve people gonna ask you just the same, girl What a world Christmas once a year, girl That's three hundred and sixty four tears, girl
So when Christmas finally comes And nobody's got a gun And you think it might be fun To hang around Think again girl
Why don't you open me up, huh?
Candy Cane Boy Don't you know your name, boy? Nine people gonna tell you just the same, boy You're alone, son In the middle of a million And nobody knows how to talk to children
Oh, when Christmas finally comes And nobody's got a gun And you think it might be fun To get a new toy Think again boy
Oh, when Christmas finally comes And no one's got a gun And you think it might be fun To make a stand Think again man