Frickin' A - Merry Merry Merry Frickin' Christmas lyrics

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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