XMAS ON MY OWN BLUES
Xmas was my favourite time of year
Happiness and laughter and good cheer
But since you've gone I've taken to the pills and the beer
Yeah, this'll be my last Xmas I fear
Woah, oh, yeah this'll be my last Xmas
It is 6 A.M. on a Xmas day
Bouncin' outta bed first was my way
Since I was a small child so they say
Way back when I was young and free and gay
Now I'm old got the weight of the world on me
Been three days since I even turned on the tree
Hard to feel festive when you're lonely
So my day starts with Licor 43
I go through the motions
Acting as if all is well
Oh Holy Night these days
Has turned into a living Hell
Xmas on my own blues
3 o'clock, I'm stuck in an armchair
The King's speech is due on, I couldn't care
Like my sorrow I'm going nowhere
Half past 4 I'm still stuck in the same armchair!
It is getting worse, oh God it's getting worse
Can't be bothered to finish this sodding verse
I go through the motions
I pretend that all is well
But the honest truth is
Well I'm not feeling so well
Xmas on my own blues
It is 10 spent all day on my Jack Jones
Sell my soul to hear any voice on the phone
Silence rips through the place like a cyclone
So I tamp it down with booze and Zopiclone
Xmas used to be a great time of year
Happiness, laughter and good cheer
But your leaving cost me dear, my dear, oh dear!
This'll be my last Xmas I fear
Xmas gives one time to ponder
All we have is us
But it also rams it home when
You're superfluous
Xmas on your own blues
Happiness and laughter and good cheer
But since you've gone I've taken to the pills and the beer
Yeah, this'll be my last Xmas I fear
Woah, oh, yeah this'll be my last Xmas
It is 6 A.M. on a Xmas day
Bouncin' outta bed first was my way
Since I was a small child so they say
Way back when I was young and free and gay
Now I'm old got the weight of the world on me
Been three days since I even turned on the tree
Hard to feel festive when you're lonely
So my day starts with Licor 43
I go through the motions
Acting as if all is well
Oh Holy Night these days
Has turned into a living Hell
Xmas on my own blues
3 o'clock, I'm stuck in an armchair
The King's speech is due on, I couldn't care
Like my sorrow I'm going nowhere
Half past 4 I'm still stuck in the same armchair!
It is getting worse, oh God it's getting worse
Can't be bothered to finish this sodding verse
I go through the motions
I pretend that all is well
But the honest truth is
Well I'm not feeling so well
Xmas on my own blues
It is 10 spent all day on my Jack Jones
Sell my soul to hear any voice on the phone
Silence rips through the place like a cyclone
So I tamp it down with booze and Zopiclone
Xmas used to be a great time of year
Happiness, laughter and good cheer
But your leaving cost me dear, my dear, oh dear!
This'll be my last Xmas I fear
Xmas gives one time to ponder
All we have is us
But it also rams it home when
You're superfluous
Xmas on your own blues
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Writer(s): Courie Enrique Amado Juneau
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