| Christmas Eve, the first one, in the house we bought last spring
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| Your joke was it was just like me a «fixer-upper»
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| So we spent half the summer fixing every little thing
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| And the other half in our new bedroom under covers
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| And when the weather turned we fired up the big old furnace
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| In the basement, and we stood and watched it coughing
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| Frozen nights, that heater never did make too much heat
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| And this afternoon it died and went to furnace heaven
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| We midwesterners love talking 'bout the weather
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| This year’s temperatures been breaking all the records
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| Our pipes are gonna freeze, but you’re here kissing me
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| This is gonna be the hottest Christmas Eve ever
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| House is freezing cold and I’m on hold with AquaCity
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| But it looks like they can’t make it out until tomorrow
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| And in the Christmas darkness, all the neighbors' lights are burning
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| Every chimney with a little smoke rising from it
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| And every morning on the news they talk about the climate
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| And its changes and what are we gonna do about it
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| Well we got blankets by the fire, the finest discount wine
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| And in your arms it’s feeling just as warm as California
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| We midwesterners love talking 'bout the weather
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| This year’s temperatures been breaking all the records
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| Our pipes are gonna freeze, but you’re here kissing me
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| This is gonna be the hottest Christmas Eve ever
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| People everywhere love talking 'bout the weather
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| This year’s temperatures been breaking all the records
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| Our pipes are gonna freeze, but you’re here kissing me
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| This is gonna be the hottest Christmas Eve ever
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| This is gonna be the hottest Christmas Eve ever |