I'm not so bad, 
I just hate to see a good time had 
by everyone but me 
on this lonely Christmas Eve 
I hear them up and down 
and up and down the street 

they're making noise, 
noise, noise, noise 
how I hate their happy noise! 
there's only one thing I hate more, 
come to think of it, 
and that's the people who keep 
making it 

feast, feast, feast, feast 
they'll have more than anyone 
could ever eat 
me I'm stuck here with my 
Cream of Wheat 
there's no one here to feast with me 
on this lonely Christmas Eve 

don't they know I'm up here all alone 
in my cave up in the hills 
how I wish that this would go away, 
this dreadful holiday 
that they call Christmas day 

when they're done 
with all their Christmas noise 
and they've had their Christmas feast 
just when I think that 
I might finally 
get a moment's peace 
they start to... 

oh sing, sing, sing, sing 
now I'll never get no sleep 
I'm screaming out the window, 
but it don't do no good 
they sing and sing and sing 
all through the neighborhood 

sing, sing, sing 
they take their little break 
and then they do it all again 

it's a lonely Christmas Eve!