It's Christmastime, there's always much to do I'd rather spend my time and be with you I'm overcome with fear and sadness Baby, save me from this madness By doing something I would like to do Let's not go shopping When cars start stopping Outside it's snowing And ten below It's better warming by the fireside Where yuletide candles glow I don't want to hear those tail bells ringing No, no, no We don't need shopping It gets me hopping We could be bopping With old King Cole Instead of trudging through the ice and snow We'll close the drapes and knock on the doors And leave that shopping To Mr. Clark We'll just not venture Two shopping centres No retail tension No stress or strife We'll kick on back with nothing else to do Give staying home a round of applause Let's not go shopping Just hang your stocking And leave that shopping To Santa Claus Thank you, Saint Nick