Look Around You (It's Christmas Time) - Bobby Goldsboro

Santa Claus on every corner, as he braves the winter night

Bell’s a-ringing in his left hand, and a bottle in his right

Look around you, it’s Christmas time

Christmas trees made out of plastic, standing bare in every door

We will deck the halls with holly, if we make it off the floor

Look around you, it’s Christmas time

Father’s celebrating Christmas, with a bottle full of rum

While his children wait for presents, that they know will never come

Look around you, it’s Christmas time

One-armed beggar selling pencils, but we cannot spare a dime

Save it for the parking meter, or we’ll have to pay a fine

Look around you, it’s Christmas time

All the churches filled with nothing, but the quiet of the night

Doesn’t anyone remember, why we celebrate tonight?

Look around you, it’s Christmas time

It’s Christmas time