Six o'clock already,
I was just in the middle of a dream.
I was kissin' Valentino
By a crystal blue Italian stream.
But I can't be late,
'Cause then I guess I just won't get paid.
These are the days
When you wish your bed was already made.
An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay.
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.
And isn't it ironic... don't you think?
Here we come a-wassailing
Among the leaves so green,
Here we come a-wassailing
So fair as to be seen.
Love and joy come to you,
And to you your wassail, too you.
Praise God and send you
A Happy New Year,
A Happy New Year.
A Happy New Year.
Praise God and send you
A Happy New Year.
I'm driving home for Christmas.
Oh, I can't wait to see those faces.
I'm driving home for Christmas, yeah.
Well I'm moving down that line,
And it's been so long,
But I will be there.
I sing this song
To pass the time away.
Driving in my car
Driving home for Christmas.
His early mornin' (morning) attitude:
You have to drag him out of bed.
Only frosted flakes will do,
He gets that from me ...
Yeah (Yes), he gets that from me.
'Twas an evening in October, I'll confess I wasn't sober,
I was carting home a load with manly pride,
When my feet began to stutter and I fell into the gutter,
And a pig came up and lay down by my side.
Then I lay there in the gutter and my heart was all a-flutter,
Till a lady, passing by, did chance to say:
"You can tell a man that boozes by the company he chooses,"
At that, the pig got up and slowly walked away.