Tis’ the Holiday season and I’m such a wreck.
I slipped on some ice and severely hurt my back and neck.
The doctor I respect said I need to stay in bed.
But that’s impossible you see with all these jingle bells ringing round’ my head.
So out the front door I go, without a cap or coat.
Wondering the holiday streets in search of a boat.
A boat? Si el bote, I know it may sound odd.
But this boat you see was sent down to me by God.
Listen, a storm is coming because He is mad.
At you, at Steve, at Mom and Dad.
He’s angry at the way this world has turned so crummy.
No use in repenting, your time is up you dummy.
But what about thou you say? Well, I’m different see.
Believe it or not but He speaks directly to me.
Father has spared me his reckoning for I’ve always done right.
Never hurt even a fly, or gone gallivanting in the night.
Yes! It’s all so clear to to me now its crystal!
Hahahahaha Huh? What’s that you whistle?
Go run into oncoming traffic?
Hahaha… OK.
Seriously?
