Rudy lives on the borderline
Between civilization and basic survival
And the summertime treats him fairly well
But the wintertime is a dirty cold rival.
It's wintertime now in Georgetown,
The streets come alive with the Christmas light
And Rudy sleeps on a warm air grate,
With a newspaper blanket on December nights.
Rudolph the red-nosed wino
Knows it's Christmas time.
Jingle Bells and Christmas shoppers.
Dashing through the snow.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Who've found it in your hearts
And I'll be home for Christmas,
Christmas has a meaning at all,
The people of greed and incredible waste,
They seek the deeper meaning
Who tries to see the beauty in everything.
Yes, and not a very demanding soul,
To live until the Spring.
Nobody knows the reasons why
And there ain't no one to tell you
Rudy must have people somewhere,
And he sticks out his hand.
Rudolph the red-nosed wino
Knows it's Christmas time.
Jingle Bells in the Christmas Shop.
Others dashing through the snow.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Who have found it in your hearts
And I'll be home for Christmas,
Rudy died on the borderline,
You know the shoppers shopped,
And the temperatures dropped,
Peace on the soul of the cop
Who found him dead in a booth
With his hand frozen to a telephone.
Rudolph the red-nosed wino
Knows it's Christmas time.
Jingle Bells in the Christmas Shop.
Others dashing through the snow.
God rest ye merry gentlemen
Who have found it in your hearts
And I'll be home for Christmas,
Yeah, I'll be home for Christmas.
And this year, Rudy gets to go.