Steve Martin, Billy Joel, Paul Simon - Silver Bells lyrics

City sidewalks, busy sidewalks
Dressed in holiday style
In the air there's the feeling of Christmas
People passing, children laughing
And for mile after mile
On every street corner you'll hear

Silver bells silver bells
It's Christmas time in the city ding-a-ling
Hear them ring soon it will be Christmas Day

Last night my child looked up at me and said
"Uncle Steve?"
He didn't know I was his father
And I didn't know for sure either
I just assumed I was
I'd had his mother so many times
And in so many differеnt ways
The odds were with mе

Anyway, he looked up at me and said
"What does Christmas mean to you?"

Christmas is a time for giving
A time for receiving
A time for eggnog and rum
A time for cutting down trees and
Hanging plastic doodads on them
And watching them die slowly
In your living room
Catch fire and burn down your
House and all your possessions

It's a time for buying things that
Haven't sold all year long
Wrapping them up in shiny paper
And giving them to your friends
Who return them and find out
You got it on sale
And they can only exchange them
For things of equal value
Like charcoal briquettes or matchbooks with
Other peoples' names on them
A time for giving your wife that
Special coat she always wanted
Those seals didn't need their fur anyway
What do they want it for they're dead already

It's a time for eggnog and brandy
And driving home on icy streets
Accidentally nudging the car next to
You off the bridge into the frozen river
Watching the car sink
Seeing the bubbles float up under the water

(Silver bells)
It's time to sip an eggnog martini
And think about the poor (Silver bells)
Talk of feeding the naked
And clothing the hungry
(It's Christmas time in the city)
A time to get Christmas cards from all your
Friends at Consolidated and Allied and Acme
(Ding-a-ling)
A time for seeing all those happy children
Sitting on Santa's lap in Toyland
(Hear them ring)
(Soon it will be Christmas Day)
Thinking to yourself, Hmm
Maybe I'll be a Santa next year
Twelve years old is not so far from eighteen
Maybe I should be laying a
Little groundwork for the future

It's a time for parties at the
Office with eggnog and vodka
Telling your boss what you
Really think of him
While he gets a perfect Xerox
Of your wife's rear end

(Silver bells)
It's a time for sitting by the
Hearth sipping eggnog and tequila
(Silver bells) your feet up on a burning log
(It's Christmas time in the city)
Realizing that Uncle Walt has
Been in the garage
For 45 minutes with the car running
(Ding-a-ling) you say to yourself
(Oh Hear them ring) damn Uncle Walt
You were supposed to bring
Me back more eggnog
(Soon it will be Christmas day)

Soon it will be Christmas day