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
Makin' 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
Oh...

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 screamin' 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, then they do it all again

It's a lonely Christmas Eve

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Writer(s): BEN FOLDS, BENJAMIN SCOTT FOLDS