The First Song

The shaking awful

I'm shaking, ass-cold

In weather remote

The snowfall, oh

The snowing, the color

We recover from, oh

The Christmas time coming

Hangover approaching

We've been drinking for months

This Christmas time though

I'm coming over

Coming from the north

I'm already done

I’m wrapping up

The presents I bought

Overcoat

Take me anywhere, oh

We've suffered enough

It's scary to leave

They're leaving from work

Cutting us off

Knowing not why

They're calling on the telephone

Roy, do I know anyone?

No, I don't know anyone