¡Éste es el espíritu Navideño, Carajo!

Outside the carolers start to sing
I can't describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don't bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whining voices get irritating
It's Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they'll waste
Oh God, I hate these Satan's helpers

And then I guess I must've snapped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter
It's Christmas time again

It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand All year
I'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer

You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

Well I guess it's not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage

And even though the jail didn't have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Cause a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn!)
It's Christmas time again

It's time to be nice to the people you can't stand
All yearI'm growing tired of all this Christmas cheer

You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don't wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone

I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas

I won't be home, I won't be home for Christmas
Blink 182