These are your good years Don't take my advice You never wanted the nice boys anyway And I'm of good cheer 'Cause I've been checking my list The gifts you're receiving from me Will be
One awkward silence And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep Staying up, waiting by the phone And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me Before you bury yourself alive
Don't come home for Christmas You're the last thing I wanna see Underneath the tree Merry Christmas, I could care less
Happy New Years, baby You owe me The best gift I will ever ask for Don't call me up, when the snow comes down Its the only thing I want this year
One awkward silence And two hopes you cry yourself to sleep Staying up, waiting by the phone And all I want this year is for you to dedicate your last breath to me Before you bury yourself alive
Don't come home for Christmas You're the last thing I wanna see Underneath the tree Merry Christmas, I could care less
Don't come home for Christmas You're the last thing I wanna see Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas) Merry Christmas, I could care less
Don't come home for Christmas You're the last thing I wanna see Underneath the tree (Don't come home for Christmas) Merry Christmas, I could care less
[Patrick, in a lisp:] Sweet! They've recorded a Christmas song! They must've spent a lot of money on this... But this one time, this one Christmas I got this- [beeps Deck the Halls]