‘Tis the day after Christmas
I had hung my stocking with care
I got what I wanted- an old chunk of coal
which goes with my rags and tattered shoes
someday my pumpkin will turn into a Vette
cause I’m gonna be a diamond someday and ride like a queen
the rags turn to riches - I ride with a smile as my
hair is blowing in the wind
as the pines bow over head
and I haven’t a care.