Down at the factory where
at every Christmas party we all go berserk.
At the Christmas parties they
and I'm still in the doghouse
Running the switchboard this old Miss Lee,
all through the year this old
maid she ain't nice to me.
But at the parties her eyes just snap,
and I don't dare sit down
cause she clamps on my lap.
Our boss is old Lee Bergerson,
guy he don't have no fun.
But at the parties he has a ball,
chasing secretaries up and down the hall.
We got a salesman who sings so loud,
you hear his voice above the
He sings so loud at what he's
he blows potato chips right
The boss starts the party off
with a speech on goodwill.
He says he loves us. Ja, we are his pals.
Then when he's through talking,
by trying to kiss all the gals.
I know some of these guys are delighted,
cause Christmas parties are
and the wives are never invited.
Then we exchange silly presents,
and the fat guys get girdles.
and dance around and wiggle.
And when some of the girls
and their faces get red and they giggle.
who always yumps on my lap,
She keeps following me around,
and sometimes she tries to sit on my lap,
and I ain't even sitting down.
Mr. Hanson, the salesman,
All evening his loud voice is blaring.
He stands by the smorgasbord shouting,
with his mouth full of pickle hearing.
The boss chases Miss Swanson
around the water, too, there.
She's the one we call Jane Russell,
All the fellows hope the boss don't ever catch her,
cause watching her run is great sport.
but I never get home until four.
Holy Moses, this dreamboat soar.
about the lipstick on my face,
and I always feel like a dime.
But I never miss the Christmas party at the office,
Cause we sure have a dandy good time
Now this year if you plan to celebrate
Be careful of that lipstick
And while your gang is having fun
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