There won't be no snow
Won't be no joy
Cuz I had to go
And be a naughty little boy
Rung up my Ma
She shed a tear
When I said she wouldn't see me
On the 25th this year
She asked me: "Whattaya mean?"
And I just had to come clean
I told her
I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
I says that I committed a crime
At Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
Mamma, no I won't be coming home
Don't see no sleigh
No silverbells
There's just the gray embrace
Of hateful prison cells
I'll serve my time
Be here a while
Unless Santa stuffs my stocking
With a pick axe and a file
Cuz I committed a crime
At Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
I says that I committed a crime
At Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
Santa, no I won't be coming home
Mamma, no I won't be coming home
Fa la la la la
Fa la la la lo
Fa la la la Ah
I can't see the snow
I wish that I could run
I wish I could erase
The awful thing I done
What got me in this place
What got me in this place?
I'm all alone
Stare at the floor
It's funny that I never cared for
Christmas much before
Now I'd atone
I'd scream Amen
If it meant I'd get to taste
My Mamma's stuffing once again
But I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be coming
I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
I says that I committed a crime
At Christmas time
So I won't be coming home
Lordy, no I won't be coming home
Santa, no I won't be coming home
Mamma, no I won't be coming home
Fa la la la la la la
Fa la la la la la lo
Fa la la la la la Ah
No I won't be coming home
Fa la la la la la la
Fa la la la la la lo
Fa la la la la la Ah
No I won't be coming home
Fa la la la la la la
Fa la la la la la lo
Fa la la la la la Ah
No I won't be coming home
Never, No I won't be coming home!