Welcome to Christmastime
Pretending we're having huge fun
With all this stupid décor crap
Going to church once
Acting like you're holy
Even though in reality
You're just horny for the gifts
Like every year the family shows up
For one evening we pretend
We don't always fight
Luckily the Christmas duck
Is already waiting on the table
'Cause who needs a conscience
And they call me Mrs. Grinch
Just 'cause I'm simply honest
I tell you the truth to your face
Since the Christ Child sure won't
'Cause it doesn't even exist
Same old lines every year at Christmas
Christmas, the feast of love
But where's that love supposed to be
Nice that everyone has somebody
Who loves them endlessly
Still gives their very last penny
That everyone lies in their loved ones' arms
While I don't get a single letter anymore
And they call me Mrs. Grinch
Just 'cause I'm simply honest
I tell you the truth to your face
Since the Christ Child sure won't
'Cause it doesn't even exist
Maybe it wouldn't be so cruel
If you had somebody at Christmas
Someone who'd lend you their coat in a snowstorm
But I'm alone again at Christmastime
And they call me Mrs. Grinch
Just 'cause I'm simply honest
I tell you the truth to your face
Since the Christ Child sure won't
'Cause it doesn't even exist
And they call me Mrs. Grinch
Just 'cause I'm simply honest
I tell you the truth to your face
Since the Christ Child sure won't
'Cause it doesn't even exist