Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Season's Upon Us, artist - Dropkick Murphys.
Date of issue: 11.11.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Season's Upon Us |
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year |
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer |
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung |
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung |
There’s bells and there’s holly, the kids are gung-ho |
True loves finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe |
Some families are messed up while others are fine |
If you think yours is crazy, well you should see mine |
My sisters are wackjobs, I wish I had none |
Their husbands are losers and so are their sons |
My nephew’s a horrible wise little twit |
He once gave me a nice gift wrapped box full of shit |
He likes to pelt carolers with icy snowballs |
I’d like to take him out back and deck more than the halls |
With family like this I would have to confess |
I’d be better off lonely, distraught and depressed |
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year |
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer |
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung |
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung |
They call this Christmas where I’m from |
My mom likes to cook push our buttons and prod |
My brother just brought home another big broad |
The eyes rollin' whispers come love from the kitchen |
I’d come home more often if they’d only quit bitchin' |
Dad on the other hand’s a selfish old sod |
Drinks whiskey alone with my miserable dog |
Who won’t run or fetch, yeah he couldn’t care less |
He defiled my teddy bear and left me the mess |
The season’s upon us, it’s that time of year |
Brandy and eggnog, there’s plenty of cheer |
There’s lights on the trees and there’s wreaths to be hung |
There’s mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung |
They call this Christmas where I’m from |
The table’s set, we raise a toast |
The father, son, and the Holy Ghost |
I’m so glad this day only comes once a year |
You can keep your opinions, your presents, your happy new year |
They call this Christmas where I’m from |
They call this Christmas where I’m from |