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Tränen Lügen Nicht (Adapted from: Soleado - 1974) Composer(s): Ciro Dammico; Michael Holm Performer(s): Michael Holm - 1974
Titles In Other Languages: 1974 - On Ne Vit Pas Sans Se Dire Adieu 1974 - Tränen Lügen Nicht 1974 - Todo El Tiempo Del Mundo
Wenn du ihr sagst alles ist vorbei wenn du nicht glaubst sie ist dir nur treu Dreh dich einmal um, schau in ihr Gesicht und du wirst seh'n, Tränen lügen nicht
Bei Tag und Nacht mit ihr war es schön Die Tür steht auf, willst du wirklich geh'n Wie ein offenes Buch ist Herz für dich und du erkennst Tränen lügen nicht
Vergoss'nen Wein den trinkt keiner mehr Ein verlor'nes Herz bleibt für immer leer Es ist nie zu spät, komm entscheide dich Reich ihr die Hand, Tränen lügen nicht
Die große Stadt lockt mit ihrem Glanz mit schönen Frau'n, mit Musik und Tanz Doch der Schein hält nie, was er dir verspricht Kehr endlich um, Tränen lügen nicht
Dreh dich noch mal um Schau in ihr Gesicht und du verstehst, Tränen lügen nicht
The Twelve Pains Of Christmas Composer(s): Dennis Amero; Bob Rivers; Brian Silva Performer(s): Bob Rivers
The first thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Is finding a Christmas tree
The second thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Angry husband: Rigging up the lights And finding a Christmas tree
The third thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Man getting over being drunk: Hangovers Rigging up the lights And finding a Christmas tree
The fourth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Exhausted man: Sending Christmas cards Hangovers Rigging up the lights And finding a Christmas tree
The fifth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Five months of bills! Sending Christmas cards Hangovers Rigging up the lights And finding a Christmas tree
The sixth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Nervous wife: Facing my in-laws Five months of bills! Oh, I hate those Christmas cards! Hangovers Rigging up these lights! And finding a Christmas tree
The seventh thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me Nervous wife's husband: The Salvation Army Facing my in-laws Five months of bills! Sending Christmas cards Oh, geez! I'm tryin' to rig up these lights! And finding a Christmas tree
The eighth thing at Christmas that such a pain to me Whining kid: I wanna transformer for Christmas!!!! Charities And whataya mean "Your in-laws"?!? Five months of bills! Oh, making out these cards Honey, get me a beer, huh? What, we have no extension cords?!? And finding a Christmas tree
The ninth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me A tired father: Finding parking spaces Daddy, I want some candy!!!! Donations! Facing my in-laws Five months of bills! Writing out those Christmas cards Hangovers! Now why the hell are they blinking?!?!? And finding a Christmas tree
The tenth thing at Christmas that's such a pain to me A mother: "Batteries Not Included" No parking spaces Buy me somethin'!!! Get a job, ya bum! Oh, facing my in-laws! Five months of bills! Yo-ho, sending Christmas cards Oh, geez, look at this! One light goes out, they all go out!!! And finding a Christmas tree
The eleventh thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me A male couch potato: Stale TV specials "Batteries Not Included" No parking spaces Dad, I gotta go ta bathroom!! Charities! She's a witch...I hate her! Five months of bills! Oh, I don't even know half these people! Oh, who's got the toilet paper, huh? Get a flashlight...I blew a fuse!! And finding a Christmas tree
The twelfth thing of Christmas that's such a pain to me Two men: Singing Christmas carols Stale TV specials "Batteries Not Included" No parking?!? Waaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaaaaah! Charities! Gotta make 'em dinner! Five months of bills! I'm not sendin' them this year, that's it! Shut up, you! Fine! You're so smart, you rig up the lights!!! And finding a Christmas tree
Shut Up Composer(s): Chris Foreman; Graham "Suggs" McPherson Performer(s): Madness
I tell you I didn't do it 'Cause I wasn't there Don't blame me, it just isn't fair You listen to their side Now listen to mine Can't think of a story Sure you'll find me sometime Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set It wasn't me either, I'm just his mate He told me to stand here and watch the gate I've got a wife and three kids you know They'll tell you I'm straight, at least I think so I'm as honest as the day is long, The longer the daylight, the less I do wrong Now pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and I'll forget That what you give is what you get... Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and you'll forget The broken window, t.v. set Pass the blame and don't blame me Just close your eyes and count to three (One two three) Then I'll be gone and I'll forget That what you give is what you get...
'Twas The Night Before Christmas Composer(s): Clement C. Moore; Matthew Quinn; Noel Paul Stookey Performer(s): Peter, Paul and Mary
't Was the night before Christmas and all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse The stockings were hung by the chimney with care In the hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there
The children were nestled all snug in their beds While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads Mom in her kerchief and I in my cap Had just settled down for a long winter's nap
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter Away to the window I flew with a flash Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow Gave a luster of mid-day to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer
With a little old driver so lively and quick Well I knew in a moment, it must be St. Nick More rapid than eagles, his coursers they came And he whistled and he shouted and he called them by name
"On Dasher, on Dancer, on Prancer and Vixen On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen! To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly When they meet to an obstacle mount to the sky So up to the rooftop the coursers they flew With a sleigh full of toys and St. Nicholas too
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing, the pawing of each little hoof As I drew in my head and was turning around Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot A bundle of toys he had flung on his back And he looked like a peddler just op'ning his pack
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples, how merry His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry His droll little mouth was drawn up in a bow And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow
The stump of a pipe, he held tight in his teeth And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath He had a broad face and a little round belly That shook when laughed (ho, ho, ho, ho) like a bowl full of jelly (ho, ho, ho, ho)
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work And filled all the stockings and turned with a jerk And laying a finger to the side of his nose And giving a nod up the chimney he rose
He sprang to his sleigh, and to his team gave a whistle And away they all flew like the down of a thistle But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight "Merry Christmas to all and to all ... goodnight
Shut The Door (They're Coming Through the Window) Composer(s): Mann; Ives; Kern; Howard Performer(s): Sam & Kirk McGee
I know a certain fellow By the name of Joe Devine He started seeing funny things From drinkin' too much wine Around his bed pink elephants And zebras played about A purple monkey kissed him twice And he began to shout Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Shut the window! They're coming through the door! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Oh! the room is full And won't hold any more!
A man lived in Vancouver In a cottage by the sea One night he called the sheriff up And said "They're robbing me! There's twenty crooks around the house Please tell me what to do!" The sheriff said, "Don't let 'em in That's my advice to you!" Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Shut the window! They're coming through the door! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Oh! the room is full And won't hold any more!
A dad-to-be was waiting For the stork to bring an heir Out came the nurse who said "Two storks Have just brought you a pair! Oh, wait! There's more storks circling 'round I think they're gonna light! Looks like those storks are gonna be Kept busy here tonight!" Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Shut the window! They're coming through the door! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Oh! the room is full And won't hold any more!
My wife went in for rabbits And she kept them in a hutch She only bought two rabbits And it didn't seem like much One morning when we looked at them Oh, how they'd multiplied! A million rabbits hopped right out And all the neighbors cried Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Shut the window! They're coming through the door! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Oh! the room is full And won't hold any more!
The first week we were married My dear wife said to me "I'm feeling kind of lonesome For my darling family Can we invite them for awhile Since we've got room to spare?" They eat me out of house and home They're getting in my hair! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Shut the window! They're coming through the door! Shut the door! They're coming through the window! Oh! the room is full And won't hold any more!
Tu Scendi Dalle Stelle Composer(s): Alphonsus Liguori Performer(s): Luciano Pavarotti
Tu scendi dalle stelle O Redel cielo E vieni in una grotta Al freddo al ge lo O Bambino mio Divino Io Ti vedoqui tremar! O Dio beato! Oh quanto Ti costo la vecmiamato!
A te, che sei del mondo Il creatore Mancano panni e fuoco O mio Signore Caro, eletto pargoletto Quanto questa poverta Piu m'innamora Giacche to fece amor povera ancora
Shut Down Composer(s): Brian Wilson; Roger Christian First release by: The Beach Boys - 1963
Tach it up, tach it up Buddy gonna shut you down It happened on the strip where the road is wide (Oooo rev it up now) Two cool shorts standing side by side (Oooo rev it up now) Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen (Oooo rev it up now) Revving' up our engines and it sounds real mean (Oooo rev it up now) Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up Buddy gonna shut you down Declining numbers at an even rate (Oooo moving out now) At the count of one we both accelerate (Oooo moving out now) My Stingray is light the slicks are starting to spin (Oooo moving out now) But the four-thirteen's really digging in (Oooo moving out now) Got to be cool now power shift here we go Superstock Dodge is winding out in low But my fuel injected Stingray's really starting to go To get the traction I'm riding the clutch My pressure plate's burning that machine's too much Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink (Oooo pump it up now) And now the four-thirteen's lead is starting to shrink (Oooo pump it up now) He's hot with ram induction but it's understood (Oooo pump it up now) I got a fuel injected engine sitting under my hood (Oooo pump it up now) Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Tonight Is Christmas Composer(s): Steve Baccus; Don Matthews; Stan Munsey; Keith Worsham Performer(s): Alabama
The factories are shut down, shopping malls are all closed The busy streets are empty, 'cept for fallin' snow And in the small towns and the cities families gather as one 'Cause the night of love and sharing they've look forward to has come
Tonight is Christmas, tonight is love Tonight we celebrate God's one and only Son Tonight there's hope for peace on Earth eternally Tonight is Christmas and the World's in harmony
But across the sea, two armies stare down at each other's guns Each believing in their cause enough to die or kil the other one But tonight there'll be no shooting, not a drop of blood will spill They'll cease their fire this silent night in the name of peace and goodwill
Tonight is Christmas, tonight is love Tonight we celebrate God's one and only Son Tonight there's hope for peace on Earth eternally Tonight is Christmas and the World's in harmony
Stay Away ((Adapted from: A New Northern Dittye Of The Lady Greene Sleeves - 1580 (aka What Child Is This? - 1958)) Composer(s): Traditional; Sid Tepper; Roy Bennett Performer(s): Elvis Presley - 1968
Titles In Other Languages: 1966 - La Nostra Terra 2008 - D'ici
Ten thousand miles even though I roam I can hear the call of the hills of home The canyons high and the valleys low Echo "How can you stay away"
My dreams are there where the eagles fly Where the mountain tops seem to touch the sky The winding streams and the winds that blow Ask me "How can you stay away"
Too long have I stayed apart From this land that I love and denied my heart Now, now I know I must go Where the hills say "Don't stay away" Where the hills say "Don't stay away"
Shush Shush Charlotte Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush Shush shush shush Charlotte, shush Charlotte shush shush
Te souviens-tu ma petite Charlotte Toi à quatre pattes comme un petit gavial Ça y allait sec tes glandes lacrymales Quant tu faisais poupou dans ta culotte Je te disais Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Tu es une petite charlotte Aux pommes à l'aube aux aurores boréales Quand tu t'enfiles tes céréales Avant le lycée polyglotte Tu as peur d'être en retard et je te dis Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Comme ton petit papa tu aimes les bank-notes Et quand tu perds au jeu tu le prends super mal Tu dis merde chier con, tu râles Calme calme ma petite cocotte Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Sais-tu ma petite fille pour la vie il n'est pas d'antidote Celui qui est aux manettes à la régie finale Une nuit me rappellera dans les étoiles Ce jour-là je ne veux pas que tu sanglotes Shush shush shush Charlotte Shush Charlotte shush shush
Western Ridge Composer(s): L.J. Booth - David Wilcox Performer(s): David Wilcox
This is where the trail just disappears This is where their story ends No one knows where they went from here But I remember when they drank a toast A route that no one else had tried
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky
Around the fire we told the tale Of how they cut it close before Under logs left after the avalanche They stumbled back to camp at dawn
Now it's much too long to hold the hope The glacier ice can echo deep Thought I felt a tug along the rope And it pulled me from my sleep
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky Way out there They found their place in the sky
The air is clear and the ice is blue You can see from down below That curling up over the eastern side Is a silent plume of snow
Working up along the western ridge Where the water shed divides Way out there They found their place in the sky
Tomorrow Is Christmas Day Composer(s): Buck Owens; Don Rich Performer(s): Buck Owens
Looky there, who's a comin' See the reindeer a runnin' Ol' Rudolph sleddin' away Hear the rattle of the hoofs As he ride on the roof Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day
See the funny little man With the sack in his hand Filled with toys all bright and gay But don't be afraid Because it's only ol' Santa Claus And tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney With a great big grin A beard on the tip Of his chinny chin chin You better be a sleepin' Or he won't come in. For tomorrow is Christmas day
Hey, tomorrow is Christmas day
Well, he fills all the stockings That's a hangin' on the tree And he places all the presents Where they ought to be He's got a book for you And a tie for me Oh, tomorrow is Christmas day
And with a twinkle in his eye You know wave goodbye He hurries right on his way He's gotta take a lotta toys To all the girls and boys For tomorrow is Christmas day
Here he comes down the chimney With a great big grin A beard on the tip Of his chinny chin chin You better be a sleepin' Or he won't come in For tomorrow is Christmas day
Shu Ba Du Ba Loo Ba Composer(s): Serge Gainsbourg Performer(s): Serge Gainsbourg
J'ai acheté pour Anna Un gadget fantastique Un animal en peluche Qui lui fait les yeux doux Quand elle tire Shu ba du ba loo ba La ficelle Shu ba du ba loo ba Il lui répond Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça me rend fou
Maintenant avec Anna Nous ne sommes plus jamais seul Il est là sur l'oreiller Qui lui fait les yeux doux Elle lui tire Shu ba du ba loo ba La ficelle Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça continue: Shu ba du ba loo ba Il me rend fou
Peut-être qu'un jour Anna En aura marre de lui Alors je serais le seul À lui faire les yeux doux Comment lui dire Shu ba du ba loo ba Que je l'aime Shu ba du ba loo ba Lorsque j'entends: Shu ba du ba loo ba Ça me rend fou
To Heck With Ole Santa Claus Composer(s): Loretta Lynn Performer(s): Loretta Lynn
(To heck with ole Santa Claus) Last year I hung my stockings by the chimney and ole Santa didn't bring me anything Well I wrote a note and I told him what to bring me But I didn't even hear his sleigh bells ring
So to heck with ole Santa Clause When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs To heck with ole Santa Claus
This year I'll built a big fire in the fireplace I'll be like a little pig I read about If that big bad wolf in red comes down my chimney He's a gonna scorch his whiskers there's no doubt
So to heck with ole Santa Clause When he goes dashin' through the snow I hope he falls I like to hit him (ho ho ho) with a bunch of big snowballs To heck with ole Santa Claus
Shriner's Convention Composer(s): Ray Stevens Performer(s): Ray Stevens; Cledus T. Judd
Here they come down main street, drums a flailin' and the sirens a wailin', what a roar Bands are a playin' and flags are a waivin, and the Vanguard's and Motorcycle Corps Clowns are a clownin' to the crowd and pinchin' every pretty girl who dares to smile It's a glorious mess, everybody wears a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Hello, Operator, give me room 321, please, thank you Hello, Noble Lumpkin? This here is the illustrious Potentate I said it's the illustrious Potentate The illustrious...Coy! Dad blame it! This here's Bubba! Coy, why an't you at the parade?! What?! Well, how'd you get that big Harley up there in your room? What?! I can't hear ya' Coy! Quit revvin' it up, son! Turn it off! Listen I just want you to know one thing You have embarrassed us all, the whole Hahira Delegation! Now I'll see you at the banquet tonight, son And you be there Coy, you hear me? Black tie! Seven o'clock! Be there! And Coy, don't answer the phone, udden udden! Mercy"
Well, it was all arranged by the Ladies Auxiliary in the downtown Convention Hall Cold Roast Beef, String Beans, Mashed Potatoes and nine boring speeches in all And all the tables looked fine with their Mogen David Wine and Chrysanthemums on each side And the Hahira leaders in their rented Tuxedos made the local hearts swell with pride
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Operator, 321, please Thank You Hello, Coy? What are you doin'?! What do you mean, who is this! This is Bubba? Why wasn't you at the banquet? What do you mean all you had to wear was a Hawaiian flowerdy shirt? Well, you may think you're foolin' some people, but I know what's goin' on Yeah, ever'body seen the little redhead That's right, ever'body! Why she come runnin' right through the dinner, right in the middle of the pineapple sherbet Didn't have nothin' on but your fez, Coy! Coy, you the only one's got a fez with a propeller on top!! Yeah, yeah and she was a yellin' out the secret code, too, Coy Dad blame it we gonna have to change it now, Coy! We gonna have to have a special meetin', we get back to Hahira, about your conduct at this here convention Embarrassin'!! Now Coy, you be at the secret conclave tonight! You hear me?! And Coy, keep it a secret! Hah!"
Well, it was a secret meeting in the dead of the night with mysterious sanctimony In accordance with prescribed rituals of time honored ceremony Matters of grave concern were weighed with dedicated caution Like whether or not to raise at stud or draw or spit in the ocean
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time It's the forty-third annual Convention of the Grand Mystic Royal Order Of the Nobles of the Ali Baba Temple of the Shrine Girls
Meanwhile back at the Motel.....
"Operator, room three-twenty... How'd you know? Oh! Hello! Coy? Where have you been? No, you wasn't at the meeting! Well, I found out that at three o'clock this mornin' you was out there in your Fruit of the Loom's in the motel swimmin' pool with a bunch of them waitresses from the cocktail lounge! I just hope your mama don't find out about this, Coy! What? Well, how'd you get that big motorcycle up there on the high dive, Coy? Now Coy, dad blame it, that ain't no way to act We supposed to be pillars of the community When we get back to Hahira you can just turn in your ring and your tie tack 'cause Coy, heh-heh, you are out of the Shrine! You gonna be blackballed, boy! That's right! You might even have to pack your bags and leave town! What do you mean you might join the Hell's Angels? Coy! Don't you hang up on me! Hello, hello... Don't you crank that motorcycle! Who's that gigglin' in the background, Coy? Hello, hello operator! Yeah, we's cut off! Room 321 Dad blame it Coy! You don't hang up on the illustrious Potentate! I said the illustrious Potentate! This is Bubba! Bubba! Coy!............."
'Til The Season Comes 'Round Again Composer(s): John Barlow Jarvis; Randy Goodrum Performer(s): Reba McEntire
and multiple other artists
Come and gather 'round at the table In the spirit of family and friends And we'll all join hands and remember this moment 'Til the season comes 'round again
So let us smile for the picture And we'll hold it as long as we can May it carry us through should we ever get lonely 'Til the season comes 'round again
One night, holy and bright Shining with love from our hearts By a warm fire let's lift our hands high And be thankful were here 'til this time next year
May the new year be blessed with good tidings 'Til the next time I see you again If we must say goodbye let the spirit go with you 'Til the season comes 'round again
One night, holy and bright Shining with love from our hearts By a warm fire let's lift our hands high And be thankful were here 'til this time next year
May this new year be blessed with good tidings 'Til the next time I see you again We'll all join hands and remember this moment And we'll love and we'll laugh in the time that we have 'Til the season comes 'round again
Shrimp Boats Composer(s): Paul Mason Howard; Paul Weston Performer(s): Jo Stafford and multiple other artists
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight (Shrimp boats is a-comin', there's dancin' tonight)
They go to sea with the evenin' tide And their women folk wave their good-bye (Ill sant vas... There they go) While the Louisiana moon floats on high And they wait for the day they can cry...
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight (Shrimp boats is a-comin', there's dancin' tonight)
Happy the days while they're mending the nets 'Til once more they ride high out to sea (Ill sant vas... There they go) Then how lonely the long nights will be 'Til that wonderful day when they see...
Shrimp boats is a-comin' Their sails are in sight Shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' tonight Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Why don't-cha hurry, hurry, hurry home Look here! The shrimp boats is a-comin' There's dancin' there's dancin' There's dancin' there's dancin'
Three Weeks From Christmas Composer(s): Duane Jarvis Performer(s): Duane Jarvis
As I left your house Think it was a quarter to three You said do us both a favor Try to not call me Thought to myself as I closed the door Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
As I drove home Streets always look just the same The only thing that ever changes Is the way that we play this game Thought to myself as I pulled into the driveway Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just wait untill May
Boston's cold But California's colder Colder than a night in New York Not a Philadelphia phone call Was that night That the thermometer froze
I woke up remembering a dream I once had Was a guy with a girl Looked just like you So much that it just made me mad Screamed out loud as I jumped out of bed Thought about what you said
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
Now it's three weeks from Christmas It's getting colder I just can't wait until May
