The time has come for festivity
For Christmas pudding and revelry
But as I passed a house the other night
I heard this little voice, so clear and bright
There are no lights on our Christmas tree
We must not spoil the tele-vee
No party games, no mistletoe
Just whistle "Wenceslas," and out you go
'Bout once a year I become a square;
I love to feel the tinsel in my hair
I love to hear the songs of days gone by;
But Dad and me, we don't see eye to eye
The Christmas crackers from Uncle Alf
They lie unopened upon the shelf
Dad has forbid them, but we're hoping he
Will think the bangs come from "N.Y.P.D"
There are no lights on our Christmas tree
We must not spoil the tele-vee
No party games, no mistletoe;
Just whistle "Wenceslas" and out you go
Some carol singers came to our door
I've never seen Dad so mad before
He grabbed the leader by the coat
And tried to ram his lantern down his throat
For Christmas pudding and revelry
But as I passed a house the other night
I heard this little voice, so clear and bright
There are no lights on our Christmas tree
We must not spoil the tele-vee
No party games, no mistletoe
Just whistle "Wenceslas," and out you go
'Bout once a year I become a square;
I love to feel the tinsel in my hair
I love to hear the songs of days gone by;
But Dad and me, we don't see eye to eye
The Christmas crackers from Uncle Alf
They lie unopened upon the shelf
Dad has forbid them, but we're hoping he
Will think the bangs come from "N.Y.P.D"
There are no lights on our Christmas tree
We must not spoil the tele-vee
No party games, no mistletoe;
Just whistle "Wenceslas" and out you go
Some carol singers came to our door
I've never seen Dad so mad before
He grabbed the leader by the coat
And tried to ram his lantern down his throat
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