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ain't enough to fall in love

On the first day of Christmas
I was by myself, it was only me
On the second day of Christmas
I met you downtown by
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
Northern wind
Chimney smoke
Love and pain
Joy and hope

These are the days of Christmas

Colored lights and mistle toe
Cinnamon and Nat King Cole
old
Only 364 days to go

Max got his bike
I swear, that kid
He's got it parked right by his bed
Jenny sure loves her puppy too
I'm not sure just
winter away. 

When Christmas's tide comes in a like a bride,
With holly and ivy clad,
Twelve days in the year much mirth and good cheer
In every
all together

But, on the twelfth day of Christmas
This is the last day
My true love gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming
Everybody could use a good
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
stuck.

Bob- Okay.

Doug- By the way, that's me on the organ.

Bob- Aw, geez.

Doug- You start.

Bob- Okay. On the first day of Christmas,
my
likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spends his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
When
the year I came home only eave from the army,
From Germany to marry my high school sweetheart on the day after Christmas.
My little brother Billy, who was
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
lazy brats think nothing's good enough

Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk buck naked through forty
lost

Streaming out of the magnets

Strung together like Christmas lights,
Twelve whole seconds of history might
Lead you from where you went off
in love
I can't help myself
Can't help myself, falling in love

Jimmie was the one in high school days
We used to drive around the city
Thinking we'd
the children all the time
See the children blush and uhh...
...All the time
I pass by the infant school every single day
I push sweeties through the fence but
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch
I built a time machine
I'm going to see the homecoming queen
Take her to the Christmas dance
Maybe now I'll get in her pants
Whatever

Back
I seen niggas gettin' rich,
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by,
I was tired of not havin' shit,
Then days went by, then days went
the two's

I seen niggas gettin' rich
Then days went by, then days went by, then days went by
I was tired of havin' shit
Then days went by, then days
still, no Christmas song was sung.
 Our families back in England were toasting us that day,
their brave and glorious lads so far away.
 I was lyin' with
Levon likes his money
He makes a lot they say
Spend his days counting
In a garage by the motorway

He was born a pauper
To a pawn on a Christmas day
like it's my birthday
Like Christmas day came early
Just what I want
So when we move
You move

Hey, get your back off the wall
Don't you get comfortable
school
Around grade nine or ten
One by one they'd disappear
And we'd never see those East Side boys again

They grew up on the side of town Where
letters to be read, and heaps of papers waiting to be signed
I must have gone to lunch at half past twelve or so
The usual place, the usual bunch