There are those people
Who think Christmas is whack
But those are those people
Who don't have any crack.
Down at the shelter
And out on the street
I can bum cash
From every sucker I meet
People are generous
And willing to overlook
The fact that I'm a poor
Screwed-up crackhead crook.
So thanks for your money
At this time of year
The crack that I smoke
Is my Christmas cheer.
I'll try not to spend it
All in one place
But it's the holiday crack
That puts a smile on my face.