Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock. Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring. Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun. Now the jingle hop has begun.
For weary weeks I waited. And hoping for the best. But blues will make me ramble. And the rails are leading west. . I'm feeling oh, so lonesome. Pleasure I can't find.
Just kiss me. And forget all about that other stuff. Kiss me. Your big red lips, I think, will be enough. . Don't worry with your lipstick. I'm gonna kiss it all away.
Now we're dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh. o'er the fields we go laughing all the way. Bells on bob-tails ring making spirits bright.
I know a girl. Who says she loves me. She says she needs me. And I have reason to believe her. Good reason. . Like when we kiss. My eyes won't open. My heart won't listen.
It was late one Friday evenin', it began to rain and snow. Letter from my baby, say, she ain't comin' home no mo'. I gotta call up Joe Friday and put him on my baby's trail.