Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Just last year when I was only seven.Now I'm almost eight as you can see.You came home a quarter past eleven.Fell down underneath our Christmas tree.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Mamma smiled and looked outside the window.She told me: "Son, you better get upstairs."But then you laughed and hollered: "Merry Christmas."I turned around and saw my mamma's tears.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
Please daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.Please daddy don't get drunk this Christmas.I don't wanna see my mamma cry.No, I don't wanna see my mamma cry.
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