A Christmas Story

Fools around me, the city's going under (going under) Stealing, begging, poverty and plunder (poverty and plunder) All these folks they're nothing but a bother All of town is Loud, disturbing, singing for each other I can't stand this Time of Christmas joy and celebration Leave me be Sir, I wouldn't mind some heat Your office's more than warm enough I could buy more coal just down the street And spend more money, than we need? No, thanks! They think my intentions are joyful and triumphant Wealth and fortune has given me my comfort I've paid the price of my success with pride and dignity Would you help the people at the workhouse? They have no one to cherish Poor, young children and Christmas 'round the corner They might perish You come here thinking, "I am your salvation" 'Cause they're dying Then let them, that would decrease the population I'm not lying Now leave me, go in peace and have yourself a Good merry Christmas day You know tomorrow's Christmas day A working day like always Maybe if I came in late Then expect no payment for that day! They think my intentions are joyful and triumphant Wealth and fortune has given me my comfort I've had enough of welfare and of Christmas cheering He fell to his knees And past away that dark, black Christmas Oh, Jacob Marley Oh, my friend and so you're gone He's gone, which means the profit's mine Only mine since that Christmas night Dear Bob Cratchit needs a day To celebrate this season I wish this holiday would go away For many, many reasons Christmas is faithful, joyful and triumphant Bringing to others happiness and comfort They think Christmas is faithful, joyful and triumphant Bringing to others happiness and comfort Bah, humbug to you all now let me go in peace alone