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