Rudy lives on the borderline Between civilization and basic survival The summertime treats him fairly well But the wintertime is a bitter cold rival It's wintertime now in Georgetown The streets come alive with the Christmas lights And Rudy sleeps on a warm air grate On a newspaper blanket on December nights Deck the halls, Rudolph the red-nosed wino knows it's Christmas time Jingle bells and Christmas shoppers dashing through the snow God rest ye merry gentlemen who have found it in your heart to flip Rudy a fin And I'll be home for Christmas, but this man has no place to go Christmas has little meaning at all To people of greed and incredible waste Who seek the deeper meaning in a shopping mall In a yuletide spirit of impatience and haste Rudy must have people somewhere Who wonder what became of the man And Rudy must wonder the same thing As the crowd rushes by and he sticks out his hand Deck the halls, Rudolph the red-nosed wino knows it's Christmas time Jingle bells and Christmas shoppers dashing through the snow God rest ye merry gentlemen who have found it in your heart to throw Rudy a fin And I'll be home for Christmas, but this man has no place to go Rudy died on the borderline Of the civilized world on Christmas Eve The shoppers shopped and the temperature dropped On a man whose absence won't be grieved Peace on the soul of the cop who found him In a booth with his hand frozen to a telephone You know I think I know who he had on the line And Rudy won't spend this Christmas alone Deck the halls, Rudolph the red-nosed wino knows it's Christmas time Jingle bells and Christmas shoppers dashing through the snow God rest ye merry gentlemen who have found it in your heart to throw Rudy a fin And I'll be home for Christmas, but this man has no place to go