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