Why can I see bobbles hanging from the shops?
Why can I meet Santa at seven quit a pop?
And how did all this tinsel get into my room?
Cause everyone keeps telling me Christmas will be here soon

But it's not even the right month, it just doesn't feel right
So, put away your green pine tree
At least until December ninth

Oh, I really love Christmas, as much as anyone here
But I'll only sing carols when Christmas is actually here
Oh, I love Christmas spirit and I love spice-milled wine
But for the love of candy canes, shut up about Christmas time

But it's not even the right month, it just doesn't feel right
So, put away your Nativity play
At least until December ninth
Oh, I really love Christmas, as much as anyone here
But I'll only eat mince pies when Christmas is actually here
Oh, I love Christmas spirit and I love spice-milled wine
But for the love of reindeer ears, shut up about Christmas time