Smell on the trees
 Suns have last of their tears
 And I’m here
 Are we still waiting for the celebrating?

 Raw dally weed
 If you have different leaves
 And I’m so incredulous
 These years, they’re in back with us

 Baby baby I think that you’ve had it coming
 All the things that you do
 From all that words to say to you
 This our secret, you
 Baby baby I don’t think you mean everything you say
 I’m leaving Christmas day

 You may be cute
 But your facts don’t compute
 And what else get material 
 But you’re too etherial

 One, bring it back
 It’s mine emack
 And it’s so much more amazing 
 Than the whole seven days

 Baby baby I think that you’ve had it coming
 All the things that you do
 From all that words to say to you
 This our secret, you
 Baby baby I don’t think you mean everything you say
 I’m leaving Christmas day

 Bring down the bells, bring out the treats
 Bring down the silence it could be
 Bring down the bells, bring out the treats
 Bring down the silence it could be

 Baby baby I think that you’ve had it coming
 All the things that you do
 From all that words to say to you
 This our secret, you
 Baby baby I don’t think you mean everything you say
 I’m leaving Christmas day
 I’m leaving Christmas day