♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ These are no good times And if you knew what it was No guiding bright star Leading you home Some travel big oceans And boats with no names But Jimmy's to greet you Just filling out forms And the night could seem quiet But the silence can grow And don't be a stranger Happy new home And one could expect some dignity With the bright stars over the suburbs Merry Christmas hubby bee I love you so ♪ To the poor and the weak ones To the happy or drunk Stay calm in the trenches Don't lose the hopes We'll make you the queen Of the town here We'll make you some room To make you feel Oh One could expect some decency With the bright stars over the suburbs Sometimes God sees you And one could count up the heartaches Now there's a steel bicycle home You talk me down from the roof tonight Merry Christmas hubby bee I love you so ♪