4 years ago
Happy Holidays, You Bastard
Lyrics
It's Christmas eve
And I've only wrapped two fucking presents
It's Christmas eve
And I've only wrapped two fucking presents
And I hate, hate, hate your guts
I hate, hate, hate your guts
And I'll never talk to you again
Unless your dad'll suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
Unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
Ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again
It's labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
Labor day and my grandpa just ate seven fucking hot dogs
And he shit, shit, shit his pants
He's always fucking shit his pants
And I'll never talk to you again
Unless your dad'll suck me off
I'll never talk to you again
Unless your mom will touch my cock
I'll never talk to you again
Ejaculate into a sock
I'll never talk to you again
I'll never talk to you again
Writer(s): Mark Hoppus, Tom DeLonge, Travis Barker
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Hipgnosis Songs Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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