Christmas Morning
My friends stayed up by my side
Rolled me over so I wouldn't die
We watched The Grinch and Christmas episodes of Frasier
I went kind of hard, threw it down with no chaser
It's 7 am, the Ubers outside
You guys take off, I'll be alright
They had a good time, tell me please don't feel bad
Was a hell of a party! Maybe the best you've ever had
I say farewell to Lenny, to Jake and the boys
Apologies to my neighbor, hope we didn't make too much noise
I look around my place, there's piss on the couch
Some guy passed out in the kitchen, I think I'm bleeding from the mouth
When oh to my wandering eye should appear
It's my friend Mark, he forgot his coat
See ya later Mark
2, 3, 4
It's Christmas time, there's booze on the shelf
Threw up so hard, I think I pissed myself
Was lost in the woods, snow in my eyes
Pour me a drink it's fucking freezing outside
Clean up the trash, mop up the mess
What's that on the carpet? I'm too scared guess
Just me and my friends, we'll party all night
Don't wanna quit drinking but I think might
You feel it too? It's fucking Christmas cheer
Passed out on the couch, maybe I'll see you next year
Sobering up, I think I'm in the clear
Passed out on my couch, maybe I'll see you next year
Rolled me over so I wouldn't die
We watched The Grinch and Christmas episodes of Frasier
I went kind of hard, threw it down with no chaser
It's 7 am, the Ubers outside
You guys take off, I'll be alright
They had a good time, tell me please don't feel bad
Was a hell of a party! Maybe the best you've ever had
I say farewell to Lenny, to Jake and the boys
Apologies to my neighbor, hope we didn't make too much noise
I look around my place, there's piss on the couch
Some guy passed out in the kitchen, I think I'm bleeding from the mouth
When oh to my wandering eye should appear
It's my friend Mark, he forgot his coat
See ya later Mark
2, 3, 4
It's Christmas time, there's booze on the shelf
Threw up so hard, I think I pissed myself
Was lost in the woods, snow in my eyes
Pour me a drink it's fucking freezing outside
Clean up the trash, mop up the mess
What's that on the carpet? I'm too scared guess
Just me and my friends, we'll party all night
Don't wanna quit drinking but I think might
You feel it too? It's fucking Christmas cheer
Passed out on the couch, maybe I'll see you next year
Sobering up, I think I'm in the clear
Passed out on my couch, maybe I'll see you next year
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Writer(s): Daniel Truax
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