It was Christmas Eve babe
In the [bad word] tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in at ten to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our [bad word] [bad word] 

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you