(All I Want For Christmas Is To) Rage With My Friends - Piebald

It’s Christmas time.

Still Bloated from Thanksgiving

And time is quick, so I want to hang with the living

It’s Christmas time.

I don’t care if it’s a white one

If my friends are there, this Christmas will be the right one

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

I don’t want some big old honking present

And I don’t want turtle doves, calling birds or pheasants

And I don’t want the uncle that gave me the blender

But what I want is for my friends to rage together, yeah!

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends, yeah

Dear Santa, what I want for Christmas is not so much a gift, as it is a

gathering.

I want to get all my friends together, same time, same place.

We got it from there.

Oh, take it easy on Stewart this year.

Thank you, Santa.

I believe

Oh Ho Ho Ho.

Looks like I got a letter here from a boy named Travis who wants

to rage with his friends.

You know, Travis, we can do that with a majestic

majesty of song.

And they’ll be here during the next chorus.

Until then,

enjoy some of tasty licks to take you to the bridge.

Oh Ho Ho Ho

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends, yeah