(Lewis Anderson)



My billfold doesn't have a prayer

There's Christmas catalogs everywhere

She keeps looking at the jewelry section

Cutting pictures out of her selections



I said we need to hold it down this year

And in her eye she got a big ol' tear

She wants a Christmas rock

But Santas pockets ain't got no roll



She don't want pots and pans

Just something shinin' on her hand

With an emerald or a diamond on it

I had a budget but she's gone and blown it

Down to the jewelry store, here I go

Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho

She wants a Christmas rock

But Santas pockets ain't got no roll



She don't want anything from sears

No tools or garden shears

There's something special on her mind

And I can't even afford the shine



I wish she'd settled for a long nightshirt

No, Ive got to give till it hurts

She wants a Christmas rock

But Santas pockets ain't got no roll



She don't want pots and pans

Just something shinin' on her hand

With an emerald or a diamond on it

I had a budget but she's gone and blown it

Down to the jewelry store, here I go

Hear the clerk say, ho, ho, ho

She wants a Christmas rock

But Santas pockets ain't got no roll



She wants a Christmas rock

But ol' Santas pockets ain't got no roll