Not only has this grey, dark, dreary autumn
Kept me in the grip of depression for so long
Now Christmas is slowly but surely sneaking up on me
And isn't it the worst of all conceivable kinds?
You can already see the gnome's brisk face everywhere in October
And glitter and stars decorate the lights in every store
The lonely people are now even lonelier in the company of pickled herring
And the other people have a guilty conscience; like they're not enough
Who should we celebrate Christmas with - your folks or mine?
Oh, so you mean that your family is more important than mine!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; what a fucking thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; God, what a thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; it's such a thrill!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; what a fucking thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; how nice with all the stress and hassle
The snow, grey from exhaust fumes, is still lying on the roof
And not even stupid, little Santa is awake
So I guess I'll have to go and shop for Christmas gifts myself
And throw my powerless self onto the stress's and pressure's carousel
Because each year you think:
"Next year, I'll shop for Christmas gifts earlier!"
And that's how I'm able to sit back and relax during Christmas
But oh, how I deceive myself, because the same thing always happens,
year after year.
When Christmas is finally over, you're nothing but a broke, nervous wreck,
One step closer to stomach ulcers.
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; what a fucking thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; God, what a thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; it's such a thrill!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; what a fucking thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, and how ugly Santa is!
You agree to only buy gifts for the little ones
But everyone's already bought 'em for each other when Christmas finally comes
If I buy one for him, I'll have to buy one for her,
And if they get two packages, well, then Svenne has to get the same amount
Oh, I can't just bring that small thing because
it's probably too cheap
The shopping hysteria will even drive the calmest person crazy
Your relatives pretend to be happy about the presents that they actually got
But, as soon as everyone's left, they're thrown away
The kids tear apart the packages in two seconds, and then cry:
"Aren't there more?"
No, my dear children, the only thing that's left is the big
hole in my wallet that you never get to see
Everything imaginable is heaved onto the table
And you eat until you throw up, or get a stomach ache
And the problems don't end there because, guess what comes next?
Yeah, it will take months before you can wear those pants again
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; what a fucking thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; God, what a thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas; it's such a thrill!
With Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, how ugly Santa is!
Christmas, Christmas, Christmas, lock him up in a shed!