R: Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my mama cry Please Daddy, don't get drunk this Christmas I don't want to see my mama cry. 1. Just last year when I was only seven Now I'm almost eight, as you can see You came home a quarter past eleven And fell down underneath our Christmas tree. R: ...want to see my mama cry yy-yyy-yy ... 2. Mama smiled and looked outside the window She told me "Son, you'd better go upstairs." Then you laughed and hollered "Merry Christmas!" I turned around and saw my mama's tears R: No, I don't want to see my mama cry