I hate Christmas shopping It really makes me wrecked Especially when those gifts Must be politically correct Don't give a boy an army That gun could make him vicious Don't give a girl a doll with curls She'll spend her whole life doing dishes Gift giving is so complicated It can warp the psyche So I'm sticking with that old standby That fits every little Marge and Mikey I'm giving guilt this Christmas Just like mother taught me It's the best, it outlasts Everything she ever bought me Guilt is a gift that keeps on giving Year in and year out What is Christmas without something To feel bad about No shopping, wrapping, shipping, packing Traffic at the mall It goes with any color One size fits all My whole list gets some There'll be no ommissions Remember it's the thought that counts It's a family tradition (Deck the halls with melancholy!) I'm giving guilt this Christmas I've got it in the millions I get it from my folks, my wife And sometimes from my children Guilt is the gift that keeps on giving There seems to be no lack I've been getting guilt for years And this year they'll get it back I've been getting guilt for years And this year they'll get it all back (I'm giving guilt for Christmas)