Tight Christmas Lyrics

Bob Rivers Tight Christmas

I'm dreaming of a tight Christmas
Looks like the funds are running low
There's no pot to piss in, the turkey's missing
We'll have to eat the yellow snow

I'm dreaming of a tight Christmas
With every credit slip I sign
May your days be better than mine
And may all your creditors be kind

(I'm dreaming of a tight Christmas)
(Looks like we won't get any coal)
(There's no gifts for giving)
(There's no sleigh bells ringing)
(We hear Santa's in the hole)

(I'm dreaming of a tight Christmas)
(With every rubber cheque I write)
If your gift seems tiny and light
It's cause these days Christmases are tight