Oh yeah. . I'm used to havin' my breakfast in bed. Never have to lift a finger to butter my bread. I keep my baby satisfied if you know what I mean. 'Cause she told me I'm walkin' talkin' love machine.
On Christmas morn' a son was born. No one knew he'd be the King of kings. A baby child so meek and mild. And through the ages, angel voices sing. . Praise and Alleluia to the Savior.
Hey look, comin' down the way. Guess who got back in town today. I know he's got some goodies on his sleigh. Could it be, why yes, it's Mr. Christmas.
Well the beer's on the bar and the smoke fills the air. and there's a fool in every corner man I just don't care. tight pants, line dance, stetson hats and cowboy boots.
Well the beer's on the bar and the smoke fills the air. There's a fool in every corner, man, I just don't care. Tight pants, line dance, Stetson hats and cowboy boots.
I'm used to havin' my breakfast in bed. Never have to lift a finger to butter my bread. I keep my baby satisfied if you know what I mean. 'Cause she told me I'm walkin' talkin' love machine.
On Christmas morn' a son was born. No one knew he'd be the King of Kings. A baby child so meek and mild. And through the ages, angel voices sing. . Praise and Alleluia to the Savior.
Hey look comin? down the way. Guess who got back in town today. I know he?s got some goodies on his sleigh. Could it be, why yes, it?s Mr. Christmas. .
Well the beer's on the bar. And the smoke fills the air. And there's a fool in every corner. Man I just don't care. Tight pants line dance stetson hats.