Paper tears, are you listening?
On the floor, ribbons glistening.
I am so forlorn,
this December morn.
Opening up my Christmas underwear.
Gone away, is the old pair.
Here today, is a new pair.
Santa, how could you?
What wrong did I do,
to deserve some Christmas underwear?
Cross the street, Jimmy got an X-Box.
And Tyson's bike really is quite grand.
All my friends are sure to guffah at my
Tighty whities with elastic band.
'Neath the tree, there's one more gift.
Here's hope-ing my mood will lift
I open the box.
Darn, it's just socks.
To go with my Christmas underwear.
The holiday stunk,
all my dreams are sunk.
Because of my Christmas underwear.