Frickin' A Lyrics
Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas Lyrics
Schools out, Christmas break
Home for the holiday�s meatloaf and fruitcake
Off to grandmas, it�s so boring
Screaming kids and grandpa�s snoring
My aunt Margaret�s lost her mind
She�s trippin� on a train set, have another box of wine
It�s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas
I must be on Santa clauses shitlist
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I�m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas
Uncle Richard he�s a weirdo
Passing out pictures of himself in a Speedo
My cousin Ashley, her singing really sucks
Blames it on her drummer and acid reflux
My brother�s wife is really hot
She pulled me in the bathroom; I hope we don�t get caught
It�s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas
I must be on Santa clauses shitlist
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I�m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas
We haven�t even opened our presents yet but now it�s time to start
So I�ll fake a smile �cause its going back to Wal-Mart
It�s gonna be a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas
I must be on Santa clauses shitlist
The tree, the gifts, the mistletoe kiss
Shoot me now I�m sick of all my relatives
Have a merry merry merry frickin� Christmas