Bad Kid

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
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 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