Lyrics:

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

And then, baby, I'm through

Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference

Except maybe to you



But I've tried to use that trick

Like a carrot on a stick

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

Then, baby, I'm through



I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

And then, baby, I'm done

One less fucker trying to get in the business

Of the prodigal son



Where I know I can't compete

Once I'm off of Hastings Street

So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

Then, baby, I'm done



'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober

And I've been this way since the end of October

And I know enough to know

That, baby, when it's over, it's over

And it's over

'Cause, baby, I'm done



I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

And then call it a day

Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness

To my moral decay



And that, once upon a time

I believed it was a victimless crime

I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

Then call it a day

Then call it a day

Then call it a day