(Yeah! Whatever One, two, three It’s almost Christmas/New Year)
I’ve seen snow on Christmas Eve, Gracing frosted evergreens After most the trees go brown I’m still standing
I’ve been miles away from home Trapped in Charles Dickens’ poems I’ve been freezing in this town, But I’m still standing (One, two, three)
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It’s almost New Year, In San Diego Another Christmas, In Old Borego Face-down in a little white shack in the back room This town is a 35 Ford in a bad mood, in a bad mood
I hear you when I’m asleep, Missy you’re the love I keep But I still got no cash to send, In my pocket
It’s been months since we first kissed, But your face is what I miss, And I keep your picture bent in my pocket