Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again Hand-knitted Christmas trees and a silly snowman No matter if I refuse I got them ugly sweater blues Momma, why can't you see I feel like a fool? Green elves with snowflakes and scratchy alpaca wool Maybe you heard the news I got them ugly sweater blues Another year Another sweater And another holiday soirée Momma hears the people laughin' While the presents are unwrappin' And she's not even sorry Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again Bright red with sleigh bells and a gingerbread man Corduroys and pointed shoes I've got the ugly sweater blues ♪ Drivin' to Atlanta For an interview with Santa I can hear him say "Hey, that kid is back again "Dig that ugly cardigan Oh, what a shame" Momma, don't make me wear that old thing again Hand-knitted Christmas trees and a silly snowman No matter if I refuse I got them ugly sweater blues I done paid all my dues I'm singin' these ugly sweater blues