What the Hell (It’s the Holidays)

It's that time of year
Snow is on the ground
Pretty lights and mistletoe
Decorate our little town
Chris Kringle is loading up his sleigh
Oh oh, it’s the holiday

Tables set with cakes and pies
And goodies all around
There's a turkey in the middle
That weights 47 lbs
And I know I should stay away
What the hell – it's the holidays

I’ve been doing great counting calories
And watching weight
But that big ole honey bait
Is calling my name
Pass the butter beans
The dressing and the gravy please
How about some pie
With my next piece of cake
What the hell it's the holidays

Dad fixing eggnog
He's pouring in the rum
Doctor says I shouldn't
But I'm gonna get me some
Just 4 or 5 will be ok
What the hell – it's the holidays

Now we're out at Barry's truck
Chasing makers mark with 7up
Cousin Kenny’s throwing up
Oh what a shame
Steve brought his potato gun
Now we’re gonna have some fun
Oops he blew the window
Out of mom's Chevrolet
What the hell it’s the holidays

It's that time of year
Snow is on the ground
Dad just wrote his name in it
I think you know how
All the silly games we play
What the hell it's the holidays

The sheriff just hauled him away
What the hell it's the holidays