The First Song

Lyrics

The shaking awful I'm shaking, asshole In weather remote The snowfall, oh The snowing, the color We recover from, oh The Christmas-time coming Hangover approaching We've been drinking for months This Christmas-time though, I'm coming over Coming from the north I'm already done Wrapping up the presents I bought Overcoat Now take me anywhere, oh We've suffered enough It's scary to leave When they're leaving from work They're cutting us off Knowing not why They're calling on the telephone Roy, do I know anyone? No, I don't know anyone