I been good, I been bad, lost most of everything I had
I should be glad I'm still around at all
I been king, been a bum, covered every bracket of income
I should be numb from every time I've hit the wall
But every year at Christmas my heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year, they crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul
I've chased and I've run, been bored to death and had some fun
I'll follow the sun as long as I can feel its rays
I've been wooed and been booеd, felt the ins and outs of getting scrеwed
I'm less likely to be sued through the winter holidays
But every year at Christmas my heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year, they crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul
I been up, I been down, been a goat and the talk of the town
Still steadying my crown, you'd be surprised how much it weighs
I felt love, I felt hate, been lied to and given it straight
There's no one to arbitrate when the road's full of rubber-tired sleighs
But every year at Christmas my heart is full of cheer
The devil and his band of agents pack up and disappear
Thanksgiving to the new year, they crawl back in their hole
And every year at Christmastime, every year at Christmastime
Every year at Christmastime I crawl back in my soul
