Lyrics:

Stockings are hung near the chimney

And the presents are under the tree.

And Mamma's in the kitchen

Making some herbal tea.

Windows are covered in frost

And the candles are all alight

But as I wander through this quiet house

Something just doesn't seem right



You see, every year the neighbors bring us

A Swiss Colony Beeflog.

But the neighbors aren't around (around, around)

And there's no beeflog to be found this year.



Christmas, isn't Christmas

Without a Swiss Colony Beeflog.

Without those cheeses and meat

I don't think I can get along.

My Mother tries to comfort me

She says 'Here son, have some eggnog'

I fucking hate eggnog seriously..



But what do I see?

Underneath the tree?

Grandma got a Swiss Colony Beeflog

Just for me! aaah, aaaaah, aaaaaah, grandma!



Swiss Colony Beeflog, baby

That's what Christmas is all abouut!

A roly-poly Colony beeflog, lady

Makes a little boy scream and shout!



Deck the halls with with boughs of Swiss Colony.

Fa-la-la-la-la, laa-laa-laa-laaaa! ..sweet!