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Blink - 182: I won’t be home for Christmas

(Deck the halls with boughs of holly fa la la la la la la la la)
(Tis the season to be jolly fa la la la la la la la la)

Outside the carolers start to sing
I can’t describe the joy they bring
Cause joy is something they don’t bring me

My girlfriend is by my side
From the roof are hanging sickles of ice
Their whiny voices get irritating
It’s Christmas time again

So I stand with a dead smile on my face
Wondering how much of my time they’ll waste
Oh god I hate these Satan’s helpers

And then I guess I must’ve snaped
Because I grabbed a baseball bat
And made them all run for shelter

It’s Christmas time again
It’s time to be nice to the people you can’t stand all year
I’m growing tired of all this Christmas cheer
You people scare me
Please stay away from my home
If you don’t wanna get beat down
Just leave the presents and then leave me alone.

Well I guess it’s not cool to freak on Christmas Eve
Cause the cops came and arrested me
They had an unfair advantage

And even though the jail didn’t have a tree
Christmas came a night early
Causes a guy named Bubba unwrapped my package (hot damn)

I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas (please post my bail)
I won’t be home
I won’t be home for Christmas

I’ll see your Blink - 182 and raise you one John Denver:

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry

Just last year when I was only seven
And now, I’m almost eight as you can see
You came home at a quarter past eleven
Fell down underneath our Christmas tree

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry

Mamma smiled, looked outside the window
She told me, “Son, you better go upstairs”
But then you laughed and hollered, “Merry Christmas”
I turned around and saw my Mamma’s tears

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry

Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry
Please Daddy, don’t get drunk this Christmas
I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry
No, I don’t wanna see my Mamma cry