Dad threw up on christmas day He puked right on the serving tray The stuffing's come right out of daddy dear Now everybody's christmas vacation Will be filled with a viral infection Maybe we'll all be better by next year We felt more than a breeze When daddy had to sneeze It didn't sound a lot like ah-choo Mom was saying grace When daddy barked on her face So mom asked god to bless the vomit too Dad threw up on christmas day He got some chunks on uncle ray Who kept on talking about his pancreas We'll all remember christmas eve As the last time we were free of disease And able to digest some solid food The stuffing's come right out of daddy dear Now everybody's christmas vacation Will be filled with a viral infection Maybe we'll all be better by next year Yeah, maybe we'll all be better by next year