| Song | It's Clichéd To Be Cynical At Christmas |
| Artist | Half Man Half Biscuit |
| Album | Trouble Over Bridgewater |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Now how did I guess | |
| You were going to express | |
| Your disdain at the crane | |
| With the bright fairy lights | |
| And you moan at the snow | |
| ‘Cos your car wouldn’t go | |
| Oh it’s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| You don’t have a tree | |
| And your smile has a fee | |
| All the same, here’s a card | |
| For your boring facade | |
| Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
| All the boys and the girls | |
| Say it’s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it’s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| See how we yawn | |
| At your bile and your scorn | |
| It’s a beautiful day | |
| Peace on Earth has been played | |
| Make a noise with your toys | |
| And ignore the killjoys | |
| ‘Cos it’s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it’s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| on Christmas Day | |
| In the morning |
| Now how did I guess | |
| You were going to express | |
| Your disdain at the crane | |
| With the bright fairy lights | |
| And you moan at the snow | |
| ' Cos your car wouldn' t go | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| You don' t have a tree | |
| And your smile has a fee | |
| All the same, here' s a card | |
| For your boring facade | |
| Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
| All the boys and the girls | |
| Say it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| See how we yawn | |
| At your bile and your scorn | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Peace on Earth has been played | |
| Make a noise with your toys | |
| And ignore the killjoys | |
| ' Cos it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| on Christmas Day | |
| In the morning |
| Now how did I guess | |
| You were going to express | |
| Your disdain at the crane | |
| With the bright fairy lights | |
| And you moan at the snow | |
| ' Cos your car wouldn' t go | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| You don' t have a tree | |
| And your smile has a fee | |
| All the same, here' s a card | |
| For your boring facade | |
| Jingle Bells, piney smells | |
| All the boys and the girls | |
| Say it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| See how we yawn | |
| At your bile and your scorn | |
| It' s a beautiful day | |
| Peace on Earth has been played | |
| Make a noise with your toys | |
| And ignore the killjoys | |
| ' Cos it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| Oh it' s cliched | |
| To be cynical | |
| At Christmas | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| Come sailing in | |
| I saw three ships | |
| Come sailing in | |
| on Christmas Day | |
| In the morning |