Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Happy Holidays , by - Mark Ronson. Release date: 14.12.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Happy Holidays |
| Huddle up for the scuttlebutt |
| Chill out, check out the burlap sack |
| With the girl that snaps back |
| Yeah |
| I’m the Dom sipper on Yom Kippur that gets props |
| Like sweatshops when third world debt stops |
| I’ve had my ups and downs from cups and crowns |
| To humble pie, crumble cry and mumble why |
| Is there a man strolling with feet so swollen |
| He wears two walking cast shoes, I guess his real shoes were stolen |
| So I’m gift tossing from the wrist like a discus |
| A homemade coupon good for one dish washing |
| Two G’s and a god were like peas in a pod |
| Discussing the reasons to even the odds |
| And hold the reins to the chariot of the proletariat |
| I yelled, «The words we’re fearing require third ear hearing!» |
| Nearing a forty |
| story jeans ad, a square cut from the scrim |
| By the guy who lives inside so some air could get in |
| I lobbed a peanut butter pinecone birdfeeder poppy seed rhinestone and flew off |
| to the very next time zone |
| This job is killing me softly. |
| Willingly offbeat |
| Bipolar people shouldn’t drink coffee |
| Hopefully, we’ll all build to peace but the killed deceased |
| Wildebeest declared endangered, still decreased |
| Forward and back |
| Hump your boyfriend |
| I’m out of here |