I was a toy at Christmas
Christmas morning there I lay
Neatly wrapped and tied with a ribbon
Waiting for the joy of discovery
That child's beaming face
The box was shook, the guesses made
Was I a truck, a car, a robot, who knows
"Open it, open it" my buyer cried
And there it was, the face of my dreams
Well that day was all I imagined
I was taken everywhere, upstairs, downstairs, the place they call gran's
I was loved, completely and fully
Everyone wanted a go
The next few days were bliss
Me and my boy, happy together
But then it happened, a toys nightmare
He began to tire of me
I wasn't fun anymore, I was old news
"That's boring now mum, I want the new one, it's red"
I got put away, coming out now and again
Now I sit here, I was the best, now I'm nothing
How times change
How change hurts