Christmas song A Christmas song I don't want to hear another Christmas song I try my best but it all goes wrong I don't want to hear another (Ah shit) So take your postcard-family And keep that shit away from me Light the logs in the fireplace on Christmas eve And line the chimney with kerosene (Hey!) (Hey!) So you're setting up the Christmas tree While I'm dousing it in gasoline And I'll dump the rest on Santa's beard Yeah I'm the black sheep of the family Got a complex and it's jealousy Let's do it all again next year It's time for Christmas And you're on my wishlist It's time for Christmas You're on my shit-list (You're on my wishlist) (You're on my shit-list) Freezing cold and full of heat Let the Misers rage inside of me Lost an eye to a BB gun, it's hard to see Chevy chasing me with a burnt turkey (Hey!) (Hey!) So I'm different but you get the gist I'm the naughty one on Santa's list And I hope he checked it twice this time Yeah I feel like the ghost of Christmas past 'Cause I'll be back to haunt your ass And everything will be just fine It's time for Christmas And you're on my wishlist It's time for Christmas You're on my shit-list (You're on my wishlist) (You're on my shit-list) Christmas song A Christmas song I don't want to hear another Christmas song I try my best but it all goes wrong You're on my shit-list