The Apple Went BadThe apple went bad and lost its smileIt was heaven for a whileYou get it all at any priceGod, I'm so glad you named it twiceShut up, sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas card of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't walkIt's the Christmas card of New YorkI am God, I look like lights in the skyThere's Christmas lights around the spireMy little bulldogs are on fireWish I could walk across the seaThat bad old apple's where I should beShut up!Sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas card of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't walkIt's the Christmas card of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas card of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't walkIt's the Christmas kind of New YorkAll the lights they shine so brightlyAll the buildings in the sceneGallop camps and all the barsYou know exactly where you areYou know exactly where you areShut up, sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas God of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't walkIt's the Christmas God of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas God of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't walkIt's the Christmas God of New YorkShut up, sit down, don't talkIt's the Christmas God of New YorkShut up, sit downDon't walkIt's the Christmas God of New York