Stockings are hung on the chimney,
And the presents are under the tree,
And mama's in the kitchen

Making some herbal tea.

Windows are covered with frost

And the candles are all alight,
But as I wander through this quiet house,
Something just doesn't seem right.


You see, every year, the neighbors bring us
A Swiss Colony Beef Log.

But the neighbors aren't around (around, around)
There's no Beef Log to be found this year.


(No Beef Log)

Christmas isn't Christmas

Without a Swiss Colony Beef Log.
Without those cheeses and meats
I don't think I can get along.


Mother tries to comfort me;
She says "Here, Son, have some eggnog."

I $#&@ing hate eggnog, seriously.

But what do I see

Underneath the tree?
Grandma got a Swiss Colony Beef Log just for me!
Ah, ah, ah, Grandma!!


Swiss Colony Beef Log, baby!
That's what Christmas is all about!

A rolly poly Colony Beef Log Baby,
Makes a little boy scream and shout!


Deck the halls with boughs of Swiss Colony!
Fa-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la!


Sweet!