Gold cardboard angels, popcorn on string. One matchbox manger not fit for a King. Old decorations going back in their box. Down came the Christmas tree, just a child in its spot.
Movin' like a fast train callin' it the wild thang. Hopin' that you don't say well, I've been denied. Lordy I've been denied your fever is high. Your tossin' about but it ain't love till twist comes to shout.