The Day After Christmas
I heard the landline and my heart started pumping
Nobody calls me on that phone except for you
We had it out when you were down and out and angry
You have a way of always complicating and aggravating me
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out your mouth now
I wasn't hungry I came for the peace offering
I brought my wife with me and we swore we'd keep calm
Then you came out with that old rotten turkey
I had it up to here but my wife, man, she lost her shit
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
You always run your mouth out
Hey Chris, tell us that story
You mean that sad, sad story, Brian
When it was The Day After Christmas
And my momma invited us over for my birthday
And she served up that Thanksgiving turkey
That was a day late and a dollar short
And you know my wife she was getting kind of pissed
And you know my wife she don't take no shit
And my momma, my momma can be real cruel
So when my wife she said,
"Momma,why you being so cruel to your baby boy
Why you being so cruel?"
And you know those tempers they started flaring
And you know the women they started glaring
So I got my ass up and I headed for the door
And when I got to the door I reached deep inside
Deep inside for the courage to reply
And I said "Momma, your turkey tastes like shit!"
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
You always run out your mouth now
It was The Day After Christmas
And that Thanksgiving turkey is getting old man
And my wife don't take no shit from no one
And you always run your mouth
Nobody calls me on that phone except for you
We had it out when you were down and out and angry
You have a way of always complicating and aggravating me
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out your mouth now
I wasn't hungry I came for the peace offering
I brought my wife with me and we swore we'd keep calm
Then you came out with that old rotten turkey
I had it up to here but my wife, man, she lost her shit
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
You always run your mouth out
Hey Chris, tell us that story
You mean that sad, sad story, Brian
When it was The Day After Christmas
And my momma invited us over for my birthday
And she served up that Thanksgiving turkey
That was a day late and a dollar short
And you know my wife she was getting kind of pissed
And you know my wife she don't take no shit
And my momma, my momma can be real cruel
So when my wife she said,
"Momma,why you being so cruel to your baby boy
Why you being so cruel?"
And you know those tempers they started flaring
And you know the women they started glaring
So I got my ass up and I headed for the door
And when I got to the door I reached deep inside
Deep inside for the courage to reply
And I said "Momma, your turkey tastes like shit!"
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
Run out, run out, run out
Always run your mouth
You always run out your mouth now
It was The Day After Christmas
And that Thanksgiving turkey is getting old man
And my wife don't take no shit from no one
And you always run your mouth
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Writer(s): Brian Funk
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