I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then, baby, I'm through
Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference

Except maybe to you

But I've tried to use that trick

Like a carrot on a stick
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then, baby, I'm through


I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then, baby, I'm done

One less f**ker trying to get in the business
Of the prodigal son


Where I know I can't compete
Once I'm off of Hastings Street
So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas

Then, baby, I'm done

'Cause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober

And I've been this way since the end of October
And I know enough to know
That, baby, when it's over, it's over

And it's over
'Cause, baby, I'm done


I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then call it a day
Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness

To my moral decay

And that, once upon a time

I believed it was a victimless crime
I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
Then call it a day

Then call it a day
Then call it a day