Unaccompanied Gardener

This is so not the Christmas I had in mind
If there was some snow and surf, I think I'd be alright
But I'm stuck with all these preteen boys
And some rich snob sucking all the joy
In an airport somewhere stateside Christmas Eve night

But I have dreams, yes I do, I dream away
Of being an avant gardener come Christmas Day
My daddy's locked up in the pen
Oh no, Lewis Black is back again
Oh what a wonder, oh what a waste

My name is Donna or so it seems
I feel I should be named Courtney
My helmet head born true Aussie
Stuck in this airport Christmas Eve
Unaccompanied
I'll only disappoint you



Credits
Writer(s): Ivan Raczycki
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