She’s so sick of the beard
She’s missing her man
And that sweet face he hides under there
Hasn’t seen it in years
She’s so sick of the beard

She’s so sick of the cold
Sick of carols and sleighbells
And waking up to that reindeer’s nose
It’s getting kinda old
She’s so sick of the cold

Cause it’s always HO, HO, HO
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
It’s Christmas all year
Yeah she’s tired of his crazy career
And she’s sick of the beard
She’s sick of the beard

She’s so sick of the clothes
Elves wearing red, green, and white
Or anything with a bow
Tiny shoes and pointy toes
She’s so sick of the clothes, oh oh
Cause it’s always HO, HO, HO
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
It’s Christmas all year
Yeah she’s tired of his crazy career
And she’s sick of the beard
She’s sick of the beard

He was so glad to be home
So he found him a razor
And walked out looking twenty years old
Then he gassed up the sleigh
Said “Honey, where you wanna go?”
She said, “Mexico”

Cause it’s always HO, HO, HO
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
Let’s get outta here
But don’t worry kids, he’ll be back next year
And so will the beard

Falalala
See you next year!
Falalala
Happy new beard!