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Friggin' Christmas

by Seamus Anthony

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Friggin' Christmas Verse 1: It's Friggin' Christmas again my dear. I'm already half-pissed and soon I'll be on my ear, But come Friday when the New Year sun it does rise, I'll be all bushy-tailed. I'll be bright-eyed surprised. It's bloody Christmas again my love, And I'm tired of hearing you tell me that I've had enough. I'm tired of hearing you tell me I'm ill, And that I ain't got no power over my will. Chorus: So I swear: I'm going sober, Next year. Next year. But this current year ain't over, So let's crack one more frosty Christmas beer. One more beer. One more beer. Just one more, (I swear It's my last). Verse 2: Things'll be different next year my dear one. I'll be your working man, Strong and tall, Out in the sun. I'll be bringin' home bacon like it's raining pigs, And as well as the booze, I'm gonna give up the cigs. And all of your friends'll be jealous of you. They'll check out the new me and ask, "What the Hell did she do?" And they'll expect their men to follow my lead, But it won't be that easy 'cos I'm a rare breed. Verse 3: So it's friggin' Christmas again and alright, I didn't go sober but man I put up a fight. I was dry as a camel all January through, And I stubbornly held out until February two. So come on now give me the benefit of, That mountain of doubt that's replaced the old molehill of love, That you offered to me back when we were young. Back when you liked me because I was fun...

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Friggin' Christmas

Verse 1:
It's Friggin' Christmas again my dear.
I'm already half-pissed and soon I'll be on my ear,
But come Friday when the New Year sun it does rise,
I'll be all bushy-tailed.
I'll be bright-eyed surprised.

It's bloody Christmas again my love,
And I'm tired of hearing you tell me that I've had enough.
I'm tired of hearing you tell me I'm ill,
And that I ain't got no power over my will.

Chorus:
So I swear: I'm going sober,
Next year.
Next year.
But this current year ain't over,
So let's crack one more frosty Christmas beer.

One more beer.
One more beer.
Just one more,
(I swear It's my last).

Verse 2:
Things'll be different next year my dear one.
I'll be your working man,
Strong and tall,
Out in the sun.
I'll be bringin' home bacon like it's raining pigs,
And as well as the booze,
I'm gonna give up the cigs.

And all of your friends'll be jealous of you.
They'll check out the new me and ask,
"What the Hell did she do?"
And they'll expect their men to follow my lead,
But it won't be that easy 'cos I'm a rare breed.

Verse 3:
So it's friggin' Christmas again and alright,
I didn't go sober but man I put up a fight.
I was dry as a camel all January through,
And I stubbornly held out until February two.

So come on now give me the benefit of,
That mountain of doubt that's replaced the old molehill of love,
That you offered to me back when we were young.
Back when you liked me because I was fun...

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released December 1, 2009

Written by Seamus Anthony. Vocals, rhythm guitar, beer can crackin' by Seamus. Guitar, beer can crackin' by Jeff Springfield. Produced by Jeff Springfield. Recorded in Tecoma, Victoria. Photos by Brett Brogan.

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