Have Yourself a Bitter Little Christmas Songtext
von David Ford

The kids are making snowmen out of mud
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something?
Yeah I think it does
But let's not talk about it

Conversation only makes us weak
Consequently we don't speak
Not with conviction nor belief
I know my head I know my feet
And they're both pointing out the door

And so I'm leaving you on Christmas day
Forgive my timing
But I simply have a mind to run away
And I don't care what all the people say

Cos I say peace and goodwill starts
With getting the hell out of here


The decorations sit and gather dust
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something?
Yeah I think it does, but let's not talk about it

Boxes of the shiny and the cheap
With nothing permanent to keep
Sit in high spirits for a month
And when the sherry's all been drunk
There's nothing much that keeps me here
Oh my dear

I'm leaving you on Christmas day
In truth I think
We never really liked each other anyway
And I don't care what all the people say

Cos I say peace and goodwill starts
With getting the hell out of here alive

The house is cold the boilers packing up
It makes me think about us
Does that mean something?
Yes well I think it does
But lets not dwell upon that


They say outside it's minus 8 degrees
I swear it ain't as cold as me
I know there is no winter breeze
To make your heart begin to freeze
I know it happened years ago

And so I'm leaving you on Christmas day
In truth I think
We never really liked each other anyway
And I don't care what all the people say

Cos I say have yourself a bitter little Christmas
And a twisted New Year