
Sippin too much elf punch I'm bound to beat myself up, tis the season to get drunk during this festive twelvth month/ all I remember of December is the high the rest a blurr, all the frankincense and myrrh reminding me of yesteryerrrr/ dressed in fur, a red jumpsuit is Eddie all types of sweaty, fueled up like he robbed Getty not time to go yet but he's ready/ bathroom sessions at the bar quick smoke get in the car, wintherthur ain't that far plus you can call in sick tomorr/ so Santa jumped in millers chevy and decides to follow Steve, too bad it wasn't close to Christmas it was all hallows eve...



