Awful Christmas

The nights where getting shorter
As we reached the end of the year
The first snow started falling
Winter time was finally here

The radicals were playing
In the little shed
The beer was even colder
Than the temperature in bed

Awful christmas nowhere to go
And even all the bars are closed
Wait for tomorrow stay in my bed
Freaking christmas hurts my head

The first day is finally over
We are back playing with the band
Those bloody christmas trees
What I really need is warm sand

I need to book a ticket
And fly to far away
With girls wearing bikini's
And drink mojito all the day

Awful christmas nowhere to go
And even all the bars are closed
Wait for tomorrow stay in my bed
Freaking christmas hurts my head

Awful christmas nowhere to go
And even all the bars are closed
Wait for tomorrow stay in my bed
Freaking christmas hurts my head



Credits
Writer(s): Ruud Bos
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