Mr. Mistletoe
I walk alone around the town
I used to walk with you
I watch the lonely snow come down
Down Seventh Avenue
Now dreadful decorations deck the air
And mistletoe is hanging everywhere
But you no longer care
Oh, Mr. Mistletoe, hanging above
Please go away, I've got no one to love
Oh Mr. Mistletoe, wither and die
You useless weed for no one have I
Oh, Mr. Mistletoe, how very rude
Couldn't you tell I'm not in the mood?
Oh, Mr. Mistletoe, go find your tree
Didn't you know there's no Christmas for me?
Oh, Mr. Mistletoe, go find your tree
Didn't you know there's no Christmas for me?