Frickin' A Lyrics
Frickin' A Lyrics
"Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas Lyrics"
I'M DRINKING AGAIN Lyrics
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner) Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again Doctor said it'd kill me But he didn't say when H
(Ry Cooder & Jim Keltner) Yes, it's me and I'm drinking again Tell everybody I'm drinking again Doctor said it'd kill me But he didn't say when H
Schools out, Christmas break
Home for the holiday’s meatloaf and fruitcake
Off to grandmas, it’s so boring
Screaming kids and grandpa’s snoring
My aunt Margaret’s lost her mind
She’s trippin’ on a train set, have another box of wine
It’s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
I must be on Sant
Too Late God Lyrics
Too late It's too late God Didn't you get my message Too late It's too late God Didn't you get my call How long How long con Combien ans avant mon
a clauses shitlistToo late It's too late God Didn't you get my message Too late It's too late God Didn't you get my call How long How long con Combien ans avant mon
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
Have 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 acid reflux
My brother’s
CHANGING HIGHWAYS Lyrics
We're changing highways In heavy traffic See the lights turn To something graphic With my suitcase and my brew I come in your room Hello hello Is
wife is really hot We're changing highways In heavy traffic See the lights turn To something graphic With my suitcase and my brew I come in your room Hello hello Is
She pulled me in the bathroom; I hope we don’t get caught
It’s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
I must be on Santa clauses shitlist
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
We haven’t even opened ou
I Know Better Lyrics
I could tell you that it don't hurt you're leavin' me And I could say it never really matter the way you've always treated me Baby I could lie to you some more and say I w
r presents yet but now it’s time to startI could tell you that it don't hurt you're leavin' me And I could say it never really matter the way you've always treated me Baby I could lie to you some more and say I w
So I’ll fake a smile ‘cause its going back to Wal-Mart
It’s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas
I must be on Santa clauses shitlist
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I’m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin’ Christmas