How Next Christmas Is Gonna Be

I see snow globes and candles

Tiny angels took over the place

Wearing those funny wool stockings

With the same boring face

There are candy-canes and bells

Hanging in the hallway

Wreaths on the walls

Tears on the floor

How could you ask for more?

Santa fell down the stairs

And I think he broke his leg

"Forget it, call 911, I think the fat man is dead"

Now I wonder

How next christmas's gonna be

Santa fell down the chimney

He said to me

"Kid, this year, I brought you a gun

I hope you know when to use it

And when (now) to have fun"

Then I shot "BANG! BANG!"

You're dead again

You're dead again

(Dad just left, I feel sick)

Santa fell down the stairs

And I think he broke his neck

"Forget it, call 911, I know the fat man is dead"

Now I wonder

How next christmas is going to be

Como o próximo natal vai ser

Como o próximo natal vai ser

Como o próximo natal vai ser

Well the truth is that this christmas

At least, Santa is here

There's less people around the table

Less presents under the tree

And I wonder

How next christmas's gonna be