Dad threw up on Christmas Day

He puked right on the serving tray

The stuffing's come right out of Daddy dear

Now everybody's Christmas vacation

Will be filled with a viral infection

Maybe we'll all be better by next year



We felt more than a breeze

When Daddy had to sneeze

It didn't sound a lot like ah-choo

Mom was saying grace

When Daddy barked on her face

So Mom asked God to bless the vomit too



Dad threw up on Christmas Day

He got some chunks on Uncle Ray

Who kept on talking about his pancreas

We'll all remember Christmas Eve

As the last time we were free of disease

And able to digest some solid food



The stuffing's come right out of Daddy dear

Now everybody's Christmas vacation

Will be filled with a viral infection

Maybe we'll all be better by next year

Yeah, maybe we'll all be better by next year