The Christmas Party Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[C][F][Bb]
[G][C][F]

[Verse 1]
Down at the factory [Bb]where
I [G]work,
at [C]every Christmas party [F]we all go berserk.
At the Christmas parties they
[Bb]serve free [G]beer,
[C]and I'm still in the doghouse
from the [F]one last year.
Running the switchboard this [Bb]old Miss [G]Lee,
all [C]through the year this old
maid she ain't [F]nice to me.
But at the parties her [Bb]eyes just [G]snap,
and [C]I don't dare sit down
cause she clamps [F]on my lap.
[G]Our boss is old Lee [C]Bergerson,
[G]all year long this old
guy he don't [C]have [F]no [C]fun.
[G]But at the parties he has a [C]ball,
[G]chasing secretaries up [C]and down the hall.
[F]We got a salesman who [Bb]sings [G]so loud,
you [C]hear his [G]voice [C]above the
shouting [F]of the [C]crowd.
[F]He sings so loud at what he's
[Bb]pointed toward,
[G]he blo[C]ws potato chips right
off the [F]smorgasbord.
The boss starts the party [C]off
with a speech on good[F]will.
He says he loves [G]us. Ja, [C]we are his pals.
Then when he's through talking,
he shows what he means
by [F]trying to kiss all the gals.
[Gm]The [G]men [Dm]are all laughing
and pouring out beer.
[G]I know some of the[C]se guys are delighted,
[F]cause Christmas par[C]ties are
[F]just for the help,
[G]and the wives [F]are never [C]invited.
Then we exchange silly presents,
and the fat guys get girdles.
[G]They put the[Dm]m on
and [C]dance around and wiggle.
And when some of the girls
open their presents
they scream,
and their faces get red and they giggle.
Old Miss Lee,
who al[F]ways yumps on my lap,
[Dm]She [F]keeps following [G]me around,
and sometimes she [C]tries to sit on my lap,
and I ain't even sitting down.
[F]Mr. Hanson, the[C] salesman,
[G]he never [A]stops singing.
All evening his [C]loud voice is [A]blaring.
He stands [C]by the smorgasbord shouting,
[B]silent night,
[E]with his mouth [C]full of pickle [A]hearing.
The boss chases Miss Swanson
around the water, too, there.
[G]She's the one we [C]call Jane [E]Russell,
for short.
All [C]the fellows hope the boss don't ever catch her,
cause watching her run is great sport.
I always start to go
home around midnight,
but I never get home until [F]four.
The little woman comes
out on the porch
to meet me.
Holy Moses, this dreamboat [A]soar.
She whoops and hollers
about the [F]lipstick on my face,
[G]and I always feel like a dime.
[F]But I [C]never miss the [Gm]Christmas party at the office,
Cause we [F]sure have a [C]dandy good time
Now [F]this year if you plan to celeb[Bb]rate
[C]Be careful of that [F]lipstick
and don't get home late
And while your gang is having [Bb]fun
[G]I'd [C]like to just say
Merry Christmas every[F]one
[C][F]