Away from the Mistletoe

Deck the hall with boughs of holly,
Stockings by the fire, and Christmas tree.
Decorations make me jolly,
Only one that I don’t want to see.

Keep, keep, keep me away, away from the mistletoe.
Keep, keep, keep me away, that ain’t a place I wanna go!
Keep, keep, keep me away, away from the kissing ball.
‘Cause I really like Christmas but I don’t like kissing at all.

Boys:
I’m not kissing Suzy, Sally, Jane or Jill,
Not Marcy, Meg, or Kim!

Girls:
I’m not kissing Joey, Johnny, Wes, or Will,
There’s no way I’ll kiss him!
Yuck!

Keep, keep, keep me away, away from the kissing ball.
‘Cause I really like Christmas but I don’t like kissing at all,
Kissing at all.

Ah…ah…ah…ah….
(Give your brother a kiss.)
Away from the mistletoe.
(Pucker up for Grandma!)
That ain’t a place I wanna go!
(Hey, baby!)
Away from the kissing ball.
‘Cause I really like Christmas but I don’t like kissing at all.

Girls:
I’m not kissing Danny, Donny, Brad, or Ben,
Not Davy, Doug, or Drew.

Boys:
I’m not kissing Britt’ny, Becky, Jess, or Jen,
And I’m not kissing you!
Ew!

Keep, keep, keep me away, away from the kissing ball.
‘Cause I really like Christmas…Yes, I really like Christmas.
I really like Christmas but I don’t…like…kissing…at all.
Kissing at all…kissing at all…kissing at all…kissing at all…
(Not even a peck on the cheek?)
Yuck!