Bob Rivers - Homeless On The Holidays lyrics

Oh there's food for the homeless on the holidays Cause no matter how filthy or uncombed If you're down on your luck you can really graze For the holidays we throw those bums a bone I met a man who drank and smelled of pee he was heading for the local mission for some homemade pumpkin pie Panhandling folks are always hanging round by the discount liquor store And they're not too brand specific, gee a buck would be terrific But there's food for the homeless on the holidays There's a turkey just like Mama made at home If they pine for redemption from their heathen ways Come the holidays we'll toss those bums a bone Take a piss in your pants till you smell like you're from France Put some vino in a crumpled paper sack Though you're smelling like a beast You'll be treated to a feast Want seconds come on right back There's lots of food for the homeless on the holidays Have some pumpkin pie and ham with provolone We don't care if they eat dog food on the other days When you call a cardboard box your home sweet home For the holidays we'll toss those bums a bone