There's snowflakes falling down and christmas songs they sell.
I'm bloody sick to death of hearing cheesy bells.
I wrote to Santa Claus and there's just one thing I asked.
Instead of X Factor give someone else a chance.
So Simon kiss my yellow snow.
Where I've hung my mistletoe.
It'll be like Santa's cum.
Give me a christmas number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
Give me a christmas number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
The winner thinks they've won a ticket to the stars.
But all they've got from you is a recooper boulevard.
I wrote to Santa saying there's just one thing I need.
I've been a real good boy so won't he promise me.
That you're behind by christmas time.
And all through the time.
It'll be like santa's cum.
Give me a christmas number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
Give me a christmas number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
So simon kiss me in the snow.
Where I've hung my mistletoe.
And all our dreams come true.
We've had the last three months of them on our tv.
We're all now sick to death so how's about you sing with Lloyd and me?
I want a christmas number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
Na na na number one.
I need my christmas number two.
I'll take a christmas number three.
And make way for me.