Christmas time is the time to be good
But baby, I'm a bad, bad kid
A stocking full of kerosene, matches, and wood
'Cause baby I'm a bad, bad kid
Government surveillance since I started to walk
Ain't no tellin' what I did
I like to think I'm just misunderstood
But you know I'm just a bad, bad kid
Daddy told Mama last Christmas Eve
"You know, we got a bad, bad kid
He's got a black leather jacket and a real mean streak
I guess he's just a bad, bad kid
He knocked off a Macy's and my uncle's antiques
Hocked 'em for forty-nine quid
He's on a one-way ticket down a dead-end street
'Cause Mama, he's a bad, bad kid"
I can't help it I was born like this
A permanent spot on the naughty list
I never get a present, Santa's scratching his head
How'd a little fella get so misled
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I can't help it I was born like this
A permanent spot on the naughty list
I never get a present, Santa's scratching his head
How'd a little fella get so misled
In the downtown store on a silent night
Holding onto Mama's hand
In the toy department people waiting in line
Looking to meet the fat man
Ol' Kringle felt a tingle running up his spine
He saw me, then he run and hid
Santa heard his own name ended up on a list
It was written by a bad, bad kid
You don't mess with a bad, bad kid
You don't mess with a bad, bad kid