| It’s that time of year
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| Snow is on the ground
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| Pretty lights and mistletoe
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| Decorate our little town
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| Chris Kringle is loading up his sleigh
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| Oh oh, it’s the holiday
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| Tables set with cakes and pies
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| And goodies all around
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| There’s a turkey in the middle
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| That weights 47 lbs
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| And I know I should stay away
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| What the hell — it’s the holidays
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| I’ve been doing great counting calories
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| And watching weight
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| But that big ole honey bait
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| Is calling my name
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| Pass the butter beans
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| The dressing and the gravy please
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| How about some pie
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| with my next piece of cake
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| What the hell it’s the holidays
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| Dad fixing eggnog
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| he’s pouring in the rum
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| Doctor says I shouldn’t
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| But I’m gonna get me some
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| Just 4 or 5 will be ok
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| What the hell — it’s the holidays
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| Now we’re out at Barry’s truck
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| Chasing makers mark with 7up
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| Cousin Kenny’s throwing up
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| Oh what a shame
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| Steve brought his potato gun
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| Now we’re gonna have some fun
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| Oops he blew the window
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| Out of mom’s Chevrolet
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| What the hell it’s the holidays
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| It’s that time of year
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| Snow is on the ground
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| Dad just wrote his name in it
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| I think you know how
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| All the silly games we play
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| What the hell it’s the holidays
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| The sheriff just hauled him away
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| What the hell it’s the holidays |