What Christmas Is About
It's the best time of year
Where I bring you near (Come closer)
And tell you what you need to carry on my dear
It's a time for good friends
And make your family pretend
That they don't get annoyed by the sound of your voice so let's all snuggle in the Benz
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about!
It's about
Presents, gifts, goodies, and lists
Stuffin' your face til you feel like
Shortbread, gingerbread, cornbread, bread
I'll eat it all, and for dessert I'll give you
Hepatitis C, 'cuz I cut my finger on the tree
Then I touched my cat, yeah, you know how it be
Last year dad got me a laptop — it sucks!
At least I got myself a boyfriend who
Functions
In the pants
What?
Sittin' by the fire
And at your door there is a choir
A group of off-key singers is not what I desire
I only have one more night
Before those gifts are in sight
And our chimney shakes from Santa's weight so I can finally play Fortnite (Yes)!
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about
My friends tell me
That I should calm down
And that I'm acting like some stupid, crazy Christmas clown
But I don't hear what they say
'Cuz it'll spoil my day
And I'm about to win one of those brand new cars with the big red bow display (Yee)!
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about!
It's about...
Flatscreens, diamonds, and cash up front
Yelling at your sister cuz she's being a
Confusing little loser on the Nintendo switch
Give me a turn, you useless son of a
Big dad. That's right, it's time to show some class
I want the new iPhone or I'll beat your
Apple Watch instead. I'll move to Jupiter or Venus
Don't follow me out unless you want a broken
Peanut shell
'Cuz I have one... from the nut cracker
Others love this spirited season
For family and friends
But for some weird reason
I just want everything for myself
Screw these other people
That's what Christmas is about!
It's about
Cars, mansions, and that Supreme Brick
Counting all the times someone's called me a
Different kind of human. I suck, like a maggot
I guess it's too bad all girls think I'm a
Fabulous individual, lookin' cool on my new bike
And no, Brian, I don't look like a frickin'
Diaper-headed-fool. Now let's go get plastered
It's Christmas Eve, dude, stop acting like a
Bad friend
And let's get drunk to pass the time
Until those presents arrive
(Kisses) Merry Christmas
Where I bring you near (Come closer)
And tell you what you need to carry on my dear
It's a time for good friends
And make your family pretend
That they don't get annoyed by the sound of your voice so let's all snuggle in the Benz
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about!
It's about
Presents, gifts, goodies, and lists
Stuffin' your face til you feel like
Shortbread, gingerbread, cornbread, bread
I'll eat it all, and for dessert I'll give you
Hepatitis C, 'cuz I cut my finger on the tree
Then I touched my cat, yeah, you know how it be
Last year dad got me a laptop — it sucks!
At least I got myself a boyfriend who
Functions
In the pants
What?
Sittin' by the fire
And at your door there is a choir
A group of off-key singers is not what I desire
I only have one more night
Before those gifts are in sight
And our chimney shakes from Santa's weight so I can finally play Fortnite (Yes)!
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about
My friends tell me
That I should calm down
And that I'm acting like some stupid, crazy Christmas clown
But I don't hear what they say
'Cuz it'll spoil my day
And I'm about to win one of those brand new cars with the big red bow display (Yee)!
But let's not get stressed out
That's not what Christmas is about!
It's about...
Flatscreens, diamonds, and cash up front
Yelling at your sister cuz she's being a
Confusing little loser on the Nintendo switch
Give me a turn, you useless son of a
Big dad. That's right, it's time to show some class
I want the new iPhone or I'll beat your
Apple Watch instead. I'll move to Jupiter or Venus
Don't follow me out unless you want a broken
Peanut shell
'Cuz I have one... from the nut cracker
Others love this spirited season
For family and friends
But for some weird reason
I just want everything for myself
Screw these other people
That's what Christmas is about!
It's about
Cars, mansions, and that Supreme Brick
Counting all the times someone's called me a
Different kind of human. I suck, like a maggot
I guess it's too bad all girls think I'm a
Fabulous individual, lookin' cool on my new bike
And no, Brian, I don't look like a frickin'
Diaper-headed-fool. Now let's go get plastered
It's Christmas Eve, dude, stop acting like a
Bad friend
And let's get drunk to pass the time
Until those presents arrive
(Kisses) Merry Christmas
Credits
Writer(s): Claire Corlett
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