Looky there who's a comin' see the reindeer a runnin' ol' Rudolph sleddin' away. Hear the rattle of the hoofs as he ride on the roof oh tomorrow is Christmas day.
Like a man without a future like a chalk without a slate. Like a jail without a jailer like a bird without a mate. Like a song without a title like a morning without dew.
Well, I was born a-kickin', Lord, bound to die the same. Son of a son of a man on the run, reared on raisin' Cain. Mama put lead in my boots to keep me on the ground.