I been good, I been bad Lost most of everything I had I should be glad I'm still around at all I been king, been a bum Covered every bracket of income I should be numb from every time I've hit the wall But every year at Christmas My heart is full of cheer The devil and his band of agents Pack up and disappear Thanksgiving to the new year They crawl back in their hole And every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul I've chased, and I've run Been bored to death and had some fun I'll follow the sun as long as I can feel its rays I've been wooed, and been booed Felt the ins and outs of being screwed I'm less likely to be sued through the winter holidays But every year at Christmas My heart is full of cheer The devil and his band of agents Pack up and disappear Thanksgiving to the new year They crawl back in their hole And every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul ♪ I been up, I been down Been a goat and the talk of the town Still steadying my crown You'd be surprised how much it weighs I felt love, I felt hate Been lied to and given it straight There's no-one to arbitrate When the road's full of rubber-tired sleighs But every year at Christmas My heart is full of cheer The devil and his band of agents Pack up and disappear Thanksgiving to the new year They crawl back in their hole And every year at Christmastime Every year at Christmastime Every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul