Christmas time is the time to be good But baby, I'm a bad, bad kid A stocking full of kerosene, matches, and wood 'Cause baby I'm a bad, bad kid Government surveillance since I started to walk Ain't no tellin' what I did I like to think I'm just misunderstood But you know I'm just a bad, bad kid Daddy told Mama last Christmas Eve "You know, we got a bad, bad kid He's got a black leather jacket and a real mean streak I guess he's just a bad, bad kid He knocked off a Macy's and my uncle's antiques Hocked 'em for forty-nine quid He's on a one-way ticket down a dead-end street 'Cause Mama, he's a bad, bad kid" I can't help it I was born like this A permanent spot on the naughty list I never get a present, Santa's scratching his head How'd a little fella get so misled ♪ I can't help it I was born like this A permanent spot on the naughty list I never get a present, Santa's scratching his head How'd a little fella get so misled In the downtown store on a silent night Holding onto Mama's hand In the toy department people waiting in line Looking to meet the fat man Ol' Kringle felt a tingle running up his spine He saw me, then he run and hid Santa heard his own name ended up on a list It was written by a bad, bad kid You don't mess with a bad, bad kid You don't mess with a bad, bad kid