Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Here’s the season to be greedy, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, Eat until you feel quite seedy, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, Lots of beer and food and lollies, Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la, la la, In the morning you’ll be sorry, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la.

We always put up our Christmas stocking, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, Santa might give us something to cock in, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, Last year he said he wouldn’t come round here, Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la, la la, Some bastard stuffed it up his reindeer, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la.

Get the maid under the mistletoe, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, If the wife sees you’ll soon know, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la, Is that what they mean by sticky pudd’n, Tra-la-la, la-la-la, la, la la, Serves you right if you get dripping, Tra-la-la-la-la, la-la, la-la.