One year I got a dog for Christmas 

And I gave it to the boy next door 

Then I gave him my bike and my mom's bank card 

Cuz that's what Christmas is for 

I used to give a lot at Christmas 

You might say I gave to much 

Until my family was broke and we had no place to live 

That's why Christmas sucks 

I went down to the mall each Christmas 

Had to the Santa what to bring 

train, a bike, a pony and a great big pile of cash 

And please don't get my sister anything 

But the shopping mall Santa has been drinking 

His nose is red from years of drinking scotch 

He probably won't remember what's on my Christmas list 

This Father Christmas sucks 

Christmas Sucks, Christmas Sucks 

Getting stuff is much for fun 

You gotta look out for number one 

Christmas Sucks 

Christmas became worse as years went by 

It was the most dreaded time of year 

My parents got me clothes that just weren't cool 

When all I want is money to buy beer 

There was a girl at church who I was sweet on 

So in the Christmas play I was the ox 

I really think she liked me til I stepped on Baby Jesus 

Even for our saviour Christmas Sucks 

Christmas Sucks, Christmas Sucks 

Getting stuff is much for fun 

You gotta look out for number one 

Christmas Sucks 

Now that I am thirty-eight years old 

The only things I get are ties and socks 

My kids are never happy with what's under the tree 

Soon they'll understand Christmas Sucks 

Whoa, every freakin' year Christmas Sucks 

Christmas Sucks 

Christmas Sucks 

Christmas Sucks 

Hey! Hey! Hey! 

Christmas sucks