I'm shaking awful I'm shaking-ass cold In weather remote
Snowfall on The snowy cover We recover from both
Christmas time coming Hangover approaching We've been drinking Bordeaux
As Christmas time goes I'm coming over Coming from north I'm already gone
I'm wrapping up The presents I bought
An overcoat Will take me anywhere, oh We've suffered enough
It's scary To leave When they're leaving from work Cutting us off Knowing not why Calling on the telephone Roy, do I know anyone? No, I don't know anyone