"Deck the halls with Boughs of Holly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I have got no f*cking Money
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Credit cards are made for shopping
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Rack em up, my heart starts stopping
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Buy more gifts and go to parties
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Laugh like you've still got more monies
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Now we're stuck just eating porridge
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
All our cards declined before us
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away our kindness passes
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Jan-u-ary we are asses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
New Year's resolutions Brewing
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Seasonal depression looming
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la"