NY, but it still got the Cali plates All my ol' gurls know that I'm the one that got away (Whoo!) I think about her Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway
for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
some Christmas lights Out there in the Chelsea night Maybe you just didn't read me right The lights went out and you just sitting on the stair I played your song
Christmas time Is all about receiving The gift that god has sent from up above Christmas time Is really more than givin' Christmas time Is all about receiving Christmas
i do believe That i'd never write a song about you; All the same u play your game till your boyfriend looks over; Oh I'd never write a song about you
the song on the radio is perfect we're floating through the air but you're not scared some cars, they drive by way too fast while others, they play it safe and I play
So with the lights down I'll be waiting All alone with my records playing A lonely song on this lonely Christmas Eve A late December never seemed So cold
, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na, na, na People told me I should write a love song
that's a better places than where the benches be I'm feelin' really good, me and different beat Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis See
year Everybody say, two more days, one more day And now Christmas is finally here Christmas, Christmas, yeah, yeah, yeah It's Christmas, Christmas Christmas, Christmas It's Christmas, Christmas Christmas, Christmas
I was reading a magazine And thinking of a rock and roll song The year was nineteen fifty four And I hadn't been playing that long When a man came on
so far and wide for you An angel from above I can't believe this dream came true Her voice is like a song in my heart I play it every time that we'
a better place, then where the benches be I'm feeling really good, me and my different beat Me and my different drummer, he play the timpanis See that
for a burger and a coke There were some country folk and some hunters inside Somebody got themselves married and somebody died I went to the juke box and played a hillbilly song
the Led Zeppelin I got a guitar on a Christmas day I dreamed that Jimmy Page Would come to Santa Monica and teach me to play There isn't any other place
Christmas Ah, man, it's boring, it's boring, same thing every year So, let's have a funky Christmas Have a funky, funky Christmas Have a funky, funky Christmas
these rappers so bad lyrically it ain't even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money you can't pay me enough for you to play me it's cockamanie
I heard the bells on Christmas Day their old familiar carols play And wild and sweet the words repeat of peace on earth goodwill to men I thought as