Lyrics to Christmas Time Rhyme
Christmas morning
In the back of the old family Ford
With my feet dangling
Wondering when they might grow to the floor
Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil
And gifts wrapped in newspaper
Ringing the bell of my grandmother's door
All theses memories that the seasons store
Christmas Time
Like a rhyme at the end of the year
The familiar, a constant
That makes all of life's changes clear
Oh, it's a long way to go
From yuletide to sunshine to fiery red fall
One last dash to the mall
And in a flash it all slows down again
And we've comе round again
Christmas Time!
What a wonderful time-tripping holiday
Wе are windswept and dazed from the last weird trip round the sun
Some come in walker and some come by pram
One drives his mid-life crisis Trans Am
And me in the corner here nursing a dram
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmas Time
Precious moments like these
They mean the world to me
Listen, you're all fuckin' freaks
But we're family
So we do what it takes
To be in one place
If just for a day
Christmas Time!
What a wonderful bittersweet holiday
We arrive half alive from the last weird trip round the sun
So lets drink to old Baxter who snored in his chair
Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair
There's buns in the oven
There's change in the air
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmas Time
In the back of the old family Ford
With my feet dangling
Wondering when they might grow to the floor
Pumpkin pie wrapped in foil
And gifts wrapped in newspaper
Ringing the bell of my grandmother's door
All theses memories that the seasons store
Christmas Time
Like a rhyme at the end of the year
The familiar, a constant
That makes all of life's changes clear
Oh, it's a long way to go
From yuletide to sunshine to fiery red fall
One last dash to the mall
And in a flash it all slows down again
And we've comе round again
Christmas Time!
What a wonderful time-tripping holiday
Wе are windswept and dazed from the last weird trip round the sun
Some come in walker and some come by pram
One drives his mid-life crisis Trans Am
And me in the corner here nursing a dram
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmas Time
Precious moments like these
They mean the world to me
Listen, you're all fuckin' freaks
But we're family
So we do what it takes
To be in one place
If just for a day
Christmas Time!
What a wonderful bittersweet holiday
We arrive half alive from the last weird trip round the sun
So lets drink to old Baxter who snored in his chair
Let's mourn for the nephews and the loss of their hair
There's buns in the oven
There's change in the air
And I'm feeling fine
It's Christmas Time
