Holidaze

I wrote this little novelty country Christmas song in 1999. If I could make a good recording of this, I bet that it would be destined to be a classic!

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Lyrics

Holidaze
Please baby, baby save me from this craze.
Booze me up, drug me up & leave me in a haze.
What I need right now is a great big buzz that stayeeeees.
Oh put me in a coma for the holi-holidayeeeeees.

Oh yes the weather outside is frightful.
And those shoppers are far from delightful.
And if those carolers come here, they’ll be met with a rifle.
Just put me in a coma, for the holi-holidayeeeeees.

Oh Santa Claus is not comin’ to town.
At least our chimney’s one that he ain’t comin’ down.
Let’s skip Christmas this year and have no concern,
Cause in just 12 months it’s gonna return.

Oh deck the halls with nothing because I will be numb,
On whiskey, vodka, beer, Coca-Cola and rum.
I’m gonna have a party, and not a soul can come.
Cause I’ll be in a coma, for the holi-holidayeeeeees.

Oh Santa Claus is not comin’ to town.
At least our chimney’s one that he ain’t comin’ down.
Let’s skip it this year and have no concern,
Cause in 12 damn months it’s gonna return.

Oh hush that stupid bell, cause I can’t spare a dime.
Cause I threw in a dollar when I passed you last time.
And I just spent the rest here on a case o’ Milwaukee’s Best beer-eeeeer.
I’m gonna induce a coma for the holi-holidayeeeeees.

Oh Santa Claus ain’t comin’ to town.
At least our chimney’s one that he ain’t comin’ down.
Let’s skip it this year and have no concern,
Cause in 12 damn months it’s gonna return.

Please baby, baby save me from this craze.
Booze me up, drug me up, leave me in a haze.
Please put me in a coma for the holidayeeeeees.
Oh put me in a coma…for the holi-holidayeeeeees.

Technical Details

Written: Fall 1999
This Version Recorded: December 2006
Performers: drunk guy yelling, rhythm guitar, bass guitar, wicked fuzzy guitar solo, breaking beer bottles and vocals by me!