Tom Fletcher
It Must Be Christmas Time
[Verse 1]
It's cold outside, and up your nose
Your bogeys freeze like icicles
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmas time
Your dad is making sure the roof
Can withstand any reindeer hoof
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmas time

[Verse 2]
Your mum is roasting turkey and your granny wants to boil it
But they still can't stop the Brussels sprouts from tasting like the toilet
When all the grown-ups seem to drink a little too much wine
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmas time

[Verse 3]
You let a big fat man with a long white beard
Inside your home and it don't seem weird
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmas time
If you think that's odd, then check this out:
There's a six-foot tree inside your house!
It makes no sense - it must be Christmas time

[Verse 4]
The mice sleep with the cats because it stops them getting colder
And the fleas are building snowmen in the dandruff on your shoulder
When everyone is singing unrehearsed in perfect rhyme
I'm beginning to think it must be Christmas time