Outside the carolers start to sing
I can`t describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don`t bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It`s Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they`ll waste
Oh God, I hate these Satan`s helpers

And then I guess I must have snapped
Because I grabbed the baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

It`s Christmas time, again
It`s time to be nice to the people you can`t stand, All year
I`m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer

You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don`t get beat down
Just leave the presents and let me be alone

Well, I guess it`s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage

And even though the jail didn`t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package

I won`t be home, I won`t be home for Christmas
I won`t be home, I won`t be home for Christmas