Yule Shoot Your Eye Out
These are your good yearsDon't take my adviceYou never wanted the nice boys anywayAnd I'm of good cheer'Cause I've been checking my listThe gifts you're receiving from meWill be
One awkward silenceAnd two hopes you cry yourself to sleepStaying up, waiting by the phoneAnd all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to meBefore you bury yourself alive
Don't come home for ChristmasYou're the last thing I wanna seeUnderneath the treeMerry Christmas, I could care less
Happy New Years, babyYou owe meThe best gift I will ever ask forDon't call me up, when the snow comes downIts the only thing I want this year
One awkward silenceAnd two hopes you cry yourself to sleepStaying up, waiting by the phoneAnd all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to meBefore you bury yourself alive
Don't come home for ChristmasYou're the last thing I wanna seeUnderneath the treeMerry Christmas, I could care less
Don't come home for ChristmasYou're the last thing I wanna seeUnderneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)Merry Christmas, I could care less
Don't come home for ChristmasYou're the last thing I wanna seeUnderneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas)Merry Christmas, I could care less
[Patrick, in a lisp:]Sweet! They've recorded a Christmas song!They must've spent a lot of money on this...But this one time, this one Christmas I got this-[beeps Deck the Halls]