I'm shaking awful
I'm shaking-a** cold
In weather remote
Snowfall on
The snowy cover
We recover from both
Christmas time coming
Hangover approaching
We've been drinking Bordeaux
As Christmas time goes
I'm coming over
Coming from north
I'm already gone
I'm wrapping up
The presents I bought
An overcoat
Will take me anywhere, oh
We've suffered enough
It's scary
To leave
When they're leaving from work
Cutting us off
Knowing not why
Calling on the telephone
Roy, do I know anyone?
No, I don't know anyone