Graham Parker - Christmas Is For Mugs lyrics

I bought a candelabra made of gla** from Petticoat Lane It cost twice as much as usual, but I did not complain I walked back to our cold water flat in the pouring rain But the wrapping got ruined and the gla** looked stained And the tree I picked up cheap shed its needles down the drain Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs And all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs So fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs I took a bus to Camden Town, began to shop around I looked for some new s** shop that I read of in Time Out I bought a gadget that the man said would make you scream and shout But it didn't come with batteries and we could not find the spout Like so many Christmas presents, we threw it out Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs And all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs So fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs Yes it is Now all the crêpe and tinsel is left lying on the floor And the wreath we hung up weeks ago is rotting on the door And I'd like to punch the lights out of that crooked tree then door If I saw Saint Nick tonight, there'd be a scene of gore; I'd throw a match into the fire and make the chimney roar Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs And all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs So fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs So fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs So fill mine up, 'cause Christmas is for mugs