[ Featuring the Poor Bastards ]
It's cold as f#%* outside
My windows frozen tight
Not going out tonight
Warm by the fireside
My stockings' full of coal
It burns and warms my soul
I'm feelin' wonderful
Bundled up from the cold
Prying out the antlers from my grill
Pray that Santa can forgive, but I don't think he ever will
Not one for Christmas spirit
And I don't wanna hear it
My skin hurts all the time, and I'm sick every day
This weather's unforgiving, and I don't feel like giving
Starbucks a ten to hear the latest hits from Buble
Oh, everyday, I hear them say
The holiday is on it's way
Oh everyday, to my dismay
It's cold and gray, and I'm locked away
Cause it's cold as f#%* outside
