A Christmas Morning hangover,
I hope I make it through the day .
The relatives are here and they’re here to stay.
A Christmas Morning hangover,
You better get out my way.
Don’t cast judgement on the gifts we gave.
Christmas Eve it starts at mine.
Catch up with my folks, they’re doing fine.
So let’s go, down to the shore.
We’ll sit and drink and eat Scampi Fries.
Wander home with bleary eyes.
I’m done, soon the mornings going to come.
It may be different next year
But I might never change I fear
A Christmas Morning hangover,
I hope I make it through the day .
The relatives are here and they’re here to stay.
A Christmas Morning hangover,
You better get out my way.
Don’t cast judgement on the gifts we gave.
Chin up, the mornings here.
And those fairy lights may bring you fear.
Bring it on, the hair of the dog.
The moment that it hits my lips,
we listen to Cliff’s greatest hits.
I’m sane and back in the game.
It may be different next year
But I might never change I fear
A Christmas Morning hangover,
I hope I make it through the day .
The relatives are here and they’re here to stay.
A Christmas Morning hangover,
You better get out my way.
Don’t cast judgement on the gifts we gave.
We’ll have fun, fun, fun when this hangover is done!
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