And now, the end of year
And so I grace the bar I’m certain
With friends, I’ll grab a beer
Each Christmas Eve, I’m at the Curtin
I’ll drink, until I’m full
Then travel home, cab down the highway
In sore, sore headed bliss
I’ll wake up Christmas day
Regrets, I’ll have a few
My drunken chats, can cause some tension
I said, what I assumed true
To upset you was not my intention
I’d planned, just three or four
A few good friends, a yuletide soiree
But then, started a tab
Because it was payday
Yes there were times, I’m sure you knew
When I spent lots more than I had to
But through it all, when there was doubt
I cried out loud, “Must be my shout”
I paid it all, I don’t recall
Because it was payday
A scotch, a draught, a dry
I’ve had my fill, my share of boozing
And now, here comes my ride
I’m going home for some snoozing
Put on, my Santa hat
This holiday, not in a shy way
And snore, snore through the night
Wake up Christmas Day
For what is a man? What has he got?
No Christmas spirit, then he has naught
Don’t you dare sing, “Santa’s not real”
The joy he brings, I can’t conceal
Let the lights glow, play in the snow
Bring on Christmas Day
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