Testo 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
Jacob Marley
Oh my friend and so you're gone
He's gone, which means the profit's mine
Only mine since that Christmas eve

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