The Apple went bad and lost its smile It was heaven for a while You get it all at any price God I'm so glad you named it twice Shut up, sit down, don't talk It's the Christmas God of New York Shut up, sit down, don't walk It's the Christmas God of New York There's Christmas light around the spire My little bulldog's all on fire Wish I could walk across the sea That bad old apple's where I should be Chorus x 2