I was thinking I could clean up for Christmas
And then, baby, I`m through
Four more weeks that couldn`t make any difference
Except maybe to you

But I`ve tried to use that trick
Like a carrot on a stick
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 f**ker 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

`Cause I can`t live loaded and I can`t live sober
And I`ve been this way since the end of October
And I know enough to know
That, baby, when it`s over, it`s over
And it`s over
`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