The Holiday Blues
So many presents, so little time; so many rooftops I have to climb. Sack up on my shoulders, back up in the skies, is it any surprise even I, got the holiday blues!
Got the holiday blues, Got the holiday… Got the holiday blues!
A ton of fruit-cake, a baby grand, he wants a guitar to form a band. One girl wants a pony, a dolly that cries. Any body with eyes sees that I got the holiday blues!
Got the holiday blues, Got the holiday… (Comet’s lines) Got the holiday blues (2 times) Got the holiday…. Got the holiday blues!