Yeah, mostly I like the Christmas time
Just eating the snow and getting it in my shirt
Yeah, mostly I like the Christmas time
When earth is as white as the snow

Yeah, mostly I don't like to go
Where the same old yellow is covering the floor
And if I said [bad word] in Paris
He would [bad word] back to me

Hey-yey, yeah mostly I like the Christmas time
Hey-yey, nothing more, that is all

And thoughts hide in these dancing shadows
Thoughts hiding more, then eats my soul
Like the land without snow or winter
Spring would [bad word] back to me

Hey-yey, yeah mostly I like the Christmas time
Hey-yey, nothing more, that is all
Hey-yey, yeah mostly I like the Christmas time
Hey-yey, nothing more, that is all

Yeah, mostly I like the Christmas time
Just eating the snow and getting it in my shirt
Yeah, mostly I like the Christmas time
Earth is as white as the snow