Tractors I Was A Bad Boy This Year
I was a bad boy this year
I didn’t do nothing right
Daddy told me not to rock and roll
Still I rocked and rolled all night
I was a bad boy dear Santa
Your bringing nothing for me I fear
All this rocking put coal in the stocking
Of a bad, bad boy this year
Well Christmas time is here again
But I don’t think for me
I just can not control my urge
For rock n’ roll you see
Well Dad he came home early
He caught be playing records loud
He says "This music will be the death of me
There be no more hanging around with your rock n’ roll crowd"
I was a bad boy this year
I didn’t do nothing right
Daddy told me not to rock and roll
But still I rocked and rolled all night
I was a bad boy dear Santa
Your bringing nothing for me I fear
All that rocking putting coal in the stocking
Of a bad, bad boy this year
Guitar solo-----
(I ain’t go no presents
Oh..come on Santa)
Well now it’s Christmas morning
And I ain’t going downstairs
Cause I would feel so sad and blue
No presents for me there
Then Dad says, "Son you better come here, run!
I can’t believe what I see"
He says, "Santa brought you an electric guitar
Plug it in boy…rock n’ roll for me"
I’ll be a good boy this year
I’m gonna do everything right
Daddy told me I could rock n’ roll
I’m gonna rock n’ roll all night
I’ll be a good boy dear Santa
You got nothing for me to fear
All that rockin’ put a guitar in the stocking
Of a good, good boy this year
I was a bad boy…
