D You got no credit and A I’ve got no D cash
That bonus they gave us were A nothing but D trash
You been laid off at Goodyear, I been G laid off at Hughes
It A looks like a bad year, there just ain’t no use
“Cause it’s D Christmas in Southgate, you A been a true friend
I D ain’t never been much of a church going A man
But I’d D even give up drinking G whiskey and gin
If A Jesus and Santa ever get back down to G) Southgate aDgain

Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall
Says, we’re sorry, Buddy, but we can’t place your call
‘Cause Jesus don’t answer, Santa ain’t got back yet
what’s a poor old Red Cat got a right to expect?
So I called up my banker to ask for a loan
Said, it’s Christmas Eve, Buddy, there ain’t no one home
Then I called up my preacher and he said, We’re through
What the heck is a poor old Red Cat gonna do?

I’d work any job just to clear a day’s pay
Except for being President of the old USA
That’s dirty work, Lefty, no future, it’s true
I’d rather drink up my last nickel with you