I'll Be Drinking This Christmas - Scott Gagner
Well, I don’t see no snow upon the ground,
Yeah, the jingle bells are ringing,
But I don’t hear a sound
And though I can’t say why you left,
I can say this,
I’ll be drinking this christmas
Well I’m making a list,
and I’m checking it twice,
Bourbon, Scotch, Brandy and plenty of ice,
So when my friends,
they ask me what I’m doing on the 25th,
I tell ‘em I’ll be drinking this christmas
No chestnuts roasting on an open fire,
No walking in a winter wonderland,
‘cause I’m rudolph the red nosed asshole,
Too drunk to understand
I don’t see you when you are sleeping,
I don’t know when you’re awake,
I don’t know if you’re being bad or good,
Or if I’m making a big mistake
Ain’t no “White Christmas” playing on this radio,
Ain’t no lips to kiss under this mistletoe,
So until you come back,
I’m afraid I must insist.
That I be drinking this christmas