Yellin' at the Xmas Tree
When I was a small boy
Here in London town
Seasons snow was falling on the ground
All the friends and family
Here on Christmas Eve
Gather round to dress
The Christmas tree
But daddyâs down at the pub
Full of Christmas cheer
Probably wonât come home
Until next year
Chorus
Oh the Christmas bells are ringing
And the carolers are singing
But Daddy, he donât hear âem
Heâs yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Santaâs balls are jingling
Mommyâs hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he donât hear âem
Heâs yellin, heâs yellinâ
At the Christmas tree
All right now yeahâŚ
Uncle is a sports fan
Granny likes a joke
But no one laughs when
Daddyâs stumbles home
But he donât fall asleep
Wah! The night was getting black
You see, oh God,
Dad had too much Jack
Oh Lord!
Every year is the same old thing
Like Rudolphâs red nose
Telling this story will never get old
Chorus
Well alright now yeahâŚ
Well alright nowâŚ
Yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Santa came down the chimney
But then he ran upstairs
Jumped in bed with Mommy
She didnât care
Across the room went the fruitcakes
Ah, the wreath came off the door
If these are holidays I can take no more
Every year itâs the same old thing
Like Rudolphâs red nose
Hearing this story will never get old
Chorus
Santaâs balls are jingling
Mommyâs hips a-wiggling
But Daddy, he donât hear âem
Heâs yellinâ
Heâs yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Well alright now yeahâŚ
Heâs yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Heâs yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Heâs yellinâ at the Christmas tree
Heâs sleeping it the Christmas tree