Schools out Christmas break
Home for the holidays
Meatloaf and fruitcake
Off to grandmas
It’s so boring
Screaming kids and grandpa snoring
My aunt Margaret’s lost her mind
Tripping on a train set
Have another box of wine
Its gonna be a merry, merry, merry, frickin’ christmas
I must be on Santa Clause’s shit list
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
A merry, merry, merry frickin’ christmas
Uncle Richard he’s a weirdo
Passing out pictures of himself in a speedo
My cousin Ashley her singing really sucks
Blames it on her drummer and her acid reflux (?)
My brother’s wife is really hot
She pulled me in the bathroom I hope we don’t get caught
Its gonna be a merry, merry, merry, frickin’ christmas
I must be on Santa Clause’s shit list
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
A merry, merry, merry frickin’ christmas
We haven’t even opened up our presents yet
Now its time to start
So I’ll fake a smile
Because it’s going back to Wal-mart
* knock knock* “Sweetie are you okay in there” (moan)
Its gonna be a merry, merry, merry frickin christmas
I must be on Santa Clause’s shit list
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
A merry, merry, merry frickin christmas
Merry frickin’ christmas
Hohohoho I’m Santa W. Clause and I approve this message.
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