There was no studio, no maistro
For that old man and his piano
There was to much noisse to hear his voice
On that chrismastime for girls and boy’s
That hollyday is so far away
The sky seems gray for them who pray
And the old generation is gone
Leaving him now behind and alone
Its not Jesus but a little dog
Only water and no christmasgrog
Who are his real friends and company
In this heartless community
He don’t know where to run or to jog
And slinks helples tired throug the fog
Dying far away from his country
Without santa claus or christmas tree