They told me I was lucky
To have my chance with you
Now last years summer romance
Is this year’s winter blues
I treated you so nicely,
To jewellery and champagne,
But you left me empty handed, yeah,
You left me feeling plain

Now oh! You’re happy with your self
Cause I’m not laughing
Don’t you think it’s kind of
Crappy what you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope that you sing along and it goes,
Merry Christmas, kiss my [bad word] 

They say I’m losing my mind
I thought that for a while
I teared down decorations
They remind me of your smile
I hate that mistletoe
It makes me think of our first kiss
You bit my lip, you pulled me close
And then you taught me how to quit

Now, oh! You’re happy with your self
Cause I’m not laughing
Don’t you think it’s kind of
Crappy what you did this holiday?
When I gave you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope that you sing along and it goes
Merry Christmas, kiss my [bad word] 

Some say I calling you up telephone me
Now [bad word] you girl
I’m going out
I gave you my all but
I love you more now
Im jingle belling and every ones yelling
Now [bad word] to the bush lets down?
I think that’s just what Christmas is all about

And I ho, hope you’re happy with your self
Cause I’m not laughing
Don’t you think it’s so [bad word] 
Trashy what you did this holiday?
I gave you my heart
You ripped it apart
Like the wrapping paper trash
So I wrote you a song
Hope that you sing along and here it goes,
Merry Christmas, [bad word]  kiss my [bad word]