man, he's like [bad word] wheel
On [bad word] cart
He sings his song as he rattles along
And then he falls apart

And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears

man, he's like a briar
He covers himself with thorns
He laughs like a clown when his fortune's down
And his clothes are ragged and torn

And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears

man, he's like a three string fiddle
Hanging upon the wall
He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't play at all

And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears

man, he's like his father
Wishes he was never born
He longs for the time when the clock will chime
And he's dead for evermore

And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears

And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old fashioned way
'Till the shining star appears