Ben Folds Lonely Christmas Eve
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
