My baby wants to be a bell ringer
He wants to sit outside a big store
Smile at the people moving past him

Spare change in the bucket for the poor, for the poor
Spare change in the bucket for the poor


Now a bell ringer's job is kinda lonely
Nobody wants to look him in the eye
They don't want to question their priorities

Hold tight to your stuff and hurry by, hurry by
Hold tight to your stuff and hurry by


He'll keep that bell in perfect tempo
Maybe hum a little ditty right in time
He won't count the ones who ignore him

Just focus on the giving and the kind, and the kind
Just focus on the giving and the kind


Giving is receiving, so the story goes
Charity comes back ten-fold


My baby wants to be a bell ringer
And he wants to do it all year long
Joy is the reason, doesn't need a season

Greet each and every person with a song, with a song
Greet each and every person with a song