Swiss Colony Beeflog

Stockings are hung near the chimney

And the presents are unedr 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 wonder through this quiet house

Something just doesn't seem right

You see, every year, the neighbours bring us

A Swiss Colony Beeflog..

But the neightbours aren't around

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

Christmas, isn't Christmas

Without a Swiss Colony Beeflog..

Without those cheeses and meats

I don't think I can get along..

Mother tries to comfort me

She says 'Here son, have some eggnog'

But 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, baby!