Intro:

D D |  A        | E       | A        | A        |

A                A            F#m                  D
I bought a candelabra made of glass from Petticoat Lane
        A                A         F#m           D
It cost twice as much as usual but I did not complain 
A                    A               F#m            D
I walked back to our cold water flat in the pouring rain 
        C#m          C#m                        D            D
But the wrapping got ruined             and the glass looked stained
        C#m              C#m                    D                E    
And the tree I picked up cheap         shed its needles down the drain

    A           A                 F#m            D      
Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs
    A              A                     F#m            D      
and all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs
    A             A            F#m             D      
But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs
             A        E                A           A
So fill mine up cause Christmas is for mugs

 A              A              F#m          D
I took a bus to Camden town, began to shop around
  A                   A               F#m             D
I looked for some new sex shop that I read of in Time Out
  A               A                       F#m                 D
I bought a gadget that the man said would make you scream and shout
       C#m               C#m              D                  D
But it did not come with batteries and we could not find the spout
C#m          C#m                  D             E    
Like so many Christmas presents     we threw it out

    A           A                 F#m            D      
Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs
    A              A                     F#m            D      
and all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs
    A             A            F#m             D      
But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs
             A        E                A        A
So fill mine up cause Christmas is for mugs,       yes it is

Instrumental:

| A              |  A             |  F#m         | D              |
| A              |  E             |  A           | A              |

    A                 A              F#m          D
Now all the crepe and tinsel is left lying on the floor
        A                 A            F#m            D
And the wreath we hung up weeks ago is rotting on the door
    A                     A                  F#m        D
And I'd like to punch the lights out of that crooked vendor
C#m            C#m                   D             D
If I saw Saint Nick tonight, there'd be a scene of gore
    C#m             C#m             D                E
I'd throw a match into the fire and make the chimney roar

         A           A                 F#m            D      
Now everybody's talking about the kisses and the hugs
    A              A                     F#m            D      
and all the little heartstrings that the festive season tugs
    A             A            F#m             D      
But all I see are lager louts, shoplifters and thugs
             A        E                A           A
So fill mine up cause Christmas is for mugs
             A        E                A           A
So fill mine up cause Christmas is for mugs
             A        E                D              A
So fill mine up cause Christmas is for mugs