Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again
Hand-knitted Christmas trees and a silly snowman
No matter if I refuse
I got them ugly sweater blues
Momma, why can't you see I feel like a fool?
Green elves with snowflakes and scratchy alpaca wool
Maybe you heard the news
I got them ugly sweater blues
Another year
Another sweater
And another holiday soirée
Momma hears the people laughin'
While the presents are unwrappin'
And she's not even sorry
Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again
Bright red with sleigh bells and a gingerbread man
Corduroys and pointed shoes
I've got the ugly sweater blues
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Drivin' to Atlanta
For an interview with Santa
I can hear him say
"Hey, that kid is back again
"Dig that ugly cardigan
Oh, what a shame"
Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again
Hand-knitted Christmas trees and a silly snowman
No matter if I refuse
I got them ugly sweater blues
I done paid all my dues
I'm singin' these ugly sweater blues