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


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Happy Holidays, You Bastard Lyrics as written by Tom Delonge Mark Hoppus

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    I only wrapped two presents on Christmas eve 2014....now I've got to raise my Grandpa from the graves as a zombie, feed him 7 fucking hotdogs, and watch him shit his pants

    River Wolfon December 25, 2014   Link

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