You're on your best behaviour all year. You make out your Christmas wish list, seal it in an envelope and send it off to the North Pole. You sit in the lap of a fat man in a red suit who breathes hints of bourbon down on you through a polyester beard.This song is available on:
All this and you don't even get what you really wanted in the first place.
Money.

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