Bad Kid - JD McPherson

Well Christmas time is the time to be good

But baby, I’m a bad bad kid

A stocking full of kerosene, matches, and wood

'Cause baby, I’m a bad bad kid

Government surveillance since I started to walk

Ain’t no telling what I did

I like to think I’m just misunderstood

But you know I’m just a bad bad kid

Daddy told Momma last Christmas Eve

You know, we got a bad bad kid

He’s got a black leather jacket and a real mean streak

I guess he’s just a bad bad kid

He knocked off a Macy’s and my uncle’s antiques

Hocked him for forty-nine quid

He’s on a one-way ticket down a dead-end street

'Cause Momma, he’s a bad bad kid

I can’t help it I was born like this

A permanent spot on the naughty list

I never get a present, Santa’s scratchin' his head

How’d a little fella get so mislead?

I can’t help it I was born like this

A permanent spot on the naughty list

I never get apresent, Santa’s scratchin' his head

How’d a little fella get so mislead?

In the downtown store on a silent night

Holding onto Momma’s hand

In the toy department, people waitin' in line

Lookin' to meet the fat man

Old Kringle felt a tingle runnin' up his spine

He saw me, then he run and hid

Santa heard his own name ended up on a list

It was written by a bad bad kid

You don’t mess with a bad bad kid

You don’t mess with a bad bad kid