Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z # Oh Little Bank Americard Oh, little Bank Americard You bring me Christmas Cheer Without your clout I have no doubt No gifts I'd give this year. Your credit line allows me To run up bills quite large And when I'm through Exhausting you I'll use my Master Charge. (Same tune, sung in late February) Oh, little Bank Americard You bring me discontent I calculate Your int'rest rate Is over twelve percent. Each month, your cry for payments My letter-box bombards; I'm one more sap Caught in your trap Next year I'll just send cards. Browse Carols: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #