| A | G | Bm | |
| I | was thinking I could cl | ean up for Christmas |
| A | G | D | |
| And then, ba | by, I'm t | hrough |
| Four more weeks that couldn't make any difference |
| Except maybe to you |
| F | D | |
| But I've t | ried to use that tr | ick |
| F | D | Fm | |
| Like a car | rot on a sti | ck |
| So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
| Then, baby, I'm through |
| I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
| And then, baby, I'm done |
| One less fucker trying to get in the business |
| Of the prodigal son |
| Where I know I can't compete |
| Once I'm off of Hastings Street |
| So I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
| Then, baby, I'm done |
| A | G | Bm | |
| 'C | ause I can't live loaded and I can't live sober |
| A | G | Bm | |
| An | d I've been this way since the end of October |
| A | |
| An | d I know enough to know |
| G | Bm | D | |
| That, b | aby, when it's o | ver, it's | over |
| And it's over |
| A | |
| 'Cause, baby, I'm | done |
| I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
| And then call it a day |
| Tell you I'm sorry that I made you a witness |
| To my moral decay |
| And that, once upon a time |
| I believed it was a victimless crime |
| I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas |
| Then call it a day |
| Then call it a day |
| Then call it a day |
| Paul Ardizzone |
| emitremus3@hotmail.com |