YouTube has 2 versions, by Yogi Yorgesson and Stan Boreson. Here's my transcription of the former:


THE CHRISTMAS PARTY
As sung by "Yogi Yorgesson" (Harry Stewart)

1. Down at the fact'ry where I work,
At ev'ry Christmas party we all go berserk.
At the Christmas parties, they serve free beer,
And I'm still in the doghouse from the one last year.

2. Running the switchboard is old Miss Lee.
All through the year this old maid she ain't nice to me,
But at the parties, her eyes just snap,
And I don't dare sit down 'cause she climbs on my lap.

3. Our boss is Ole Bergerson.
All year long this old guy he don't have no fun,
But at the parties he has a ball
Chasing secretaries up and down the hall.

4. We got a salesman who sings so loud,
You hear his voice above the shouting of the crowd.
He sings so loud at what he's pointed toward,
He blows potato chips right off the smorgasbord.

SPOKEN: The boss starts the party off with a speech on goodwill. He says he loves us, ja, we are his pals,
And when he's through talking, he shows what he means by trying to kiss all the gals.
The men are all laughing and pouring out beer. I know some of these guys are delighted,
'Cause Christmas parties are just for the help, and the wives are never invited.
Then we exchange silly presents, and the fat guys get girdles. They put them on and dance around and wiggle,
And when some of the girls open their presents, they scream, and their faces get red and they giggle.
Old Miss Lee who always jumps on my lap, she keeps following me around,
And sometimes she tries to sit on my lap and I ain't even sitting down.
Mister Hanson the salesman, he never stops singing. All evening his loud voice is blaring.
He stands by the smorgasbord shouting "Silent Night" with his mouth full of pickled herring.
The boss chases Miss Swenson around the water cooler. She's the one we call Jane Russell for short.
All the fellas hope the boss don't ever catch her, 'cause watching her run is great sport.
I always start to go home around midnight, but I never get home until four.
The little woman comes out on the porch to meet me. Holy Moses, is Dreamboat sore!
She whoops and hollers about the lipstick on my face, and I always feel like a dime,
But I never miss the Christmas party at the office 'cause we sure have a dandy good time.

5. Now this year if you plan to celebrate,
Be careful of that lipstick and don't get home late,
And while your gang is having fun,
I'd like to just say merry Christmas ev'ryone!