In the drunk tank,
I’m turning my face away. (But still dreaming of you.)
An old man said to me
Won’t see another one.
And then he sang a song…
That rare ol mountain dew
I started to cry
Nope, I turned my face away
I wore my shoes out walking the floor.
And dreamed about you.
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
I’ve got a feeling
This year’s made for me and you.
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead
On a drip in that bed
You scumbag
You maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your ass
I pray God it’s our last
Who says nobody is writing any new Christmas songs?
You skipped nemo. Also, I don’t think you can call this a new song anymore. Yeah, that makes me feel bad too. It was 10 years ago the first time I participated in one of these.
Getting back to it…
I can see a better time
when all our dreams come true.
I could have been someone.
Well, so could anyone
So happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true