I am a sad sad toaster made of glass I am a sad sad toaster made of glass People see me in the street And they watch me turn bread into toast Because
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
: So the season's changed your face Toasted skin turned darker shades So as to better disguise your figure from the streetlights First floor window,
: [Chorus:] I can't toast to that Toast to the good times I can toast to that Toast to those good times I can toast to that Toast to the good times I
: Chestnuts roasting on an open fire Jack Frost nipping at your nose Yuletide carols being sung by a choir And folks dressed up like Eskimos Everybody
Mutter: "Alex, du musst dein Zimmer noch aufraumen! Frisst du schon wieder? Schling nicht so und sau die Kuche nicht so ein! Du isst immer so viel wie
You're a flame and i'm a candle i'm a wick and you're a breeze i'm a rock and you're paper and i'm scissors if you please you see i can't find myself
: Mutter: "Alex, du musst dein Zimmer noch aufraumen! Frisst du schon wieder? Schling nicht so und sau die Kuche nicht so ein! Du isst immer so viel
