The Christmas Sock Rock
Oh I wish, how I wish as I lie awake Upon each Christmas eve. I wonder what old Santa Claus Might have up his sleeve. I wake up in the morning To a brightly colored box But when I open up my gift I always get new socks!
SOCKS? SOCKS? X X All I get is socks! Red and blue and green; I don’t know what to do Ev’ry year it’s socks! Argyles, sweat socks, bobby sox, knee-highs, too.
My toes are toasty- as a bun But socks for Christmas isn’t very much fun MORE SOCKS for Christmas. MORE SOCKS for Christmas MORE SOCKS for Christmas this year! (shout) All I get is socks!
Oh I wish, how I wish on this Christmas eve For something fun instead. Hot mountain bikes and MP3’s Dancing in my head. I’d even take a dolly Or some multi-colored blocks But here we go again I fear I always get new socks!
SOCKS? SOCKS? X X All I get is socks! Red and blue and green; I don’t know what to do Ev’ry year it’s socks! Argyles, sweat socks, bobby sox, knee-highs, too.
Up to my knees in hosiery But one good pair is enough for me. MORE SOCKS for Christmas. MORE SOCKS for Christmas MORE SOCKS for Christmas this year! (shout) All I get is socks!