Lyrics Happy Holidays - Mark Ronson, MC Paul Barman

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