It's the usual nightmare through queens, on the old lie
And god willing the dog's gonna count, cause i'm in the H O V
All this traffic is sure to spell trouble
If i'm late to snag Briermere's crisp apple crumble
The hol-i-days, bring out the fam'ly craze
But that whisky wind blows, and there's frost on the vines
The stockings are hung up with old fishing line
Like dad always did
Since i was a kid
For sure things have changed, seems like more every year
There's 8 dollar coffee and weird rosé beer
But it's all part of this feast
I've come home for christmas
I'd never miss christmas out east
There's smoked salmon candied, jerry's all crabby
Sophie, she needs a rest
Carousel turns bonfire burns polar plunge now that's the real test
Got friends coming back from all over the place
And we'll pop in for one at the broken suitcase
Like we always did
Oh, for sure things have changed, seems like more every day
There's oysters in vending machines by the bay
The long north road always leads me home
Where that whisky wind blows, there's frost on the vines
The jingle shells rock and the old bug light shines
Like it always did
Since i was a kid
Oh for sure things have changed seems like more every year
There's ro-co and do-co and pumpkin spiced beer
The season's not complete
Till i come home for christmas
On long island, not isthmus
Just can't miss christmas
It's gotta be christmas out east
Christmas out east
It's gotta be christmas out east
Christmas out east