So I conclude I lost Christmas.

Happy is the man who is happy

Sad is the man who is sad.

And where did you get your oilskin coat

It’s nifty and not too bad.

I got it from a chap deep in the ground

Whilst sojourning in Old Baghdad.

So your Slothskin cap and mandolin

Where you got them, can you say?

From a hippy trail and a crippled child

As I passed through Old Bombay.

The Moleskin coat is all the rage

Can I ask how it came to you?

Well I nicked it from a copper mine

While thieving in Peru.

Those Snakeskin boots are all the go

I assume you are the owner?

Yes of course I am I came by them

From an Injun in Arizona.

Now those leather slacks look rather sweet

I doubt I’ve seen any finer.

Yes I borrowed them from a bleeding corpse

While pillaging in China.

Your morals seem a little lapse

And your outfits need more thought.

But don’t you think I look a dish

In the clothes what I have bought?

The ink stained coat and sharkskin hat

Please tell me where you got hold of them.

From an old bent mule and three wise men

On the way to Bethlehem.

Happy is the man who is happy

Sad is the man who is sad.

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