Warming hands up oíer an open fire.
Cheap wine reddening your nose.
Drinking songs by a trash barrel choir
with balls as cold as Eskimos.
Every body knows wild turkey and some mistletoe.
Will make a stranger's kiss alright
Tiny tots with their blankets in tow,
Will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know foreclosures go this way;
the banks skate by while they get thrown away.
And every Motherís child is gonna to try,
to find a place to sleep thatís kinda warm and dry.
And so Iím offering this simple phrase,
To folks from here to Timbucktu
though itís been said many times many ways
be glad you're not homeless tonight too.
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