Well, we'd all had to wake up. For the birth of our Lord. My folks and my brother in an '82 Ford. We pulled in a drive-way filled up with cars. Old aunts and old uncles, Lord, I see stars.
There's a girl downtown with freckles on her nose Pencils in her pocket and ketchup on her clothes She's a real nice girl, pretty as a plate The boys call her Katie when they ask her on a date And who knows Katie?.