Come, they told us, and see the bums.
Face down drunk in the street, all the bums.
Begging for food to eat,
Oh, all the bums, all the scum, crummy old bums.
Kick them with your feet,
Oh all the bums, bums and scum.

But wait!

This is the time of year to stop and take pause.
We should open our hearts to a needy cause.
We can over-look all of the flaws,
All of their flaws, all their flaws.
It's the spirit of old Saint Claus.
Santa Claus.

We should feel sorry for them, Oh all the bums.
Dig deep down and pitch it in for all the bums.
Being poor's not a sin,
Oh all the bums, all the bums, bums and scum.
They are our fellow men,
Oh all the bums, crummy old bums.

It'll fill your heart with cheer to help the bums.
You'll shed a joyful tear when you help the bums.
Then forget them for the rest of the year,
Rest of the year.
You have nothing to fear by helping the bums,
Bums and scum.