[Verse 1]
Don't be shy of the weekend, oh
It grabs me where I stand
When science rules of friends and foes
Who make holiday plans
[Chorus]
You can't deny the real life
[Post-Chorus]
Sweet little [?] trees
You loosen back on the dream
Sick little sister I see you
You girl you're better than [?]
[Verse 2]
Write me, write me, Mr. Jones
And keep me safe, New England's home
I sing and swell, your mighty spell
Has got me stripped to bones
[Chorus]
Take me to the basement floor
And tape the scrawny janitor
To hip boys' jeans the silent screams
Of bloody Christmas past
[Outro]
It's all I want