| My billfold doesn’t have a prayer
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| There’s Christmas catalogs everywhere
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| She keeps looking at the jewelry section
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| Cutting pictures out of her selections
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| I said we need to hold it down this year
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| And in her eye she got a big ol' tear
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| She wants a Christmas rock
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| But Santa’s pockets ain’t got no roll
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| She don’t want pots and pans
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| Just something shinin' on her hand
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| With an emerald or a diamond on it
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| I had a budget but she’s gone and blown it Down to the jewelry store, here I go Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho She wants a Christmas rock
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| But Santa’s pockets ain’t got no roll
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| She don’t want anything from sears
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| No tools or garden shears
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| There’s something special on her mind
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| And I can’t even afford the shine
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| I wish she’d settled for a long nightshirt
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| No, I’ve got to give till it hurts
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| She wants a Christmas rock
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| But Santa’s pockets ain’t got no roll
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| She don’t want pots and pans
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| Just something shinin' on her hand
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| With an emerald or a diamond on it
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| I had a budget but she’s gone and blown it Down to the jewelry store, here I go Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho She wants a Christmas rock
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| But Santa’s pockets ain’t got no roll
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| She wants a Christmas rock
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| But ol' Santa’s pockets ain’t got no roll |