The Prisoner’s Christmas Song

Won't be no snow
Won’t be no joy
'Cause 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 comin' home
I says that I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin' home
Mama, no I won't be comin' home

Don't see no sleigh
No silver bells
There's just the gray embrace of hateful prison cells
I’ll sеrve my time
Be hеre a while
Unless Santa stuffs my stocking with a pick-axe and a file

’Cause I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin’ home
I says that I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin' home
Santa, no, I won't be comin’ home
Mama, no, I won't be comin' 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 Mama's stuffing once again

But I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin'

I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin' home
I says that I committed a crime at Christmas time
So I won't be comin' home
Lordy, no, I won't be comin' home
Santa, no, I won't be comin' home
Mama, no, I won't be comin' 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 comin' home!

Fa-la-la-la-la-la-la
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-lo
Fa-la-la-la-la-la-ahhhhhhhh
No, I won't be comin' home!

[vocal ad libs]

No, I won't be comin' home
Never, no, I won't be comin' home!