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INTERPRÉTATION
Al Barr
Chant
Ken Casey
Chant
Jeff DaRosa
Interprète
James Lynch
Guitare
Matt Kelly
Batterie
Michelle DaRosa
Chant
Scruffy Wallace
Cornemuse
Tim Brennan
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Tim Brennan
Paroles/Composition
Ken Casey
Paroles/Composition
Jeff DaRosa
Paroles/Composition
James Lynch
Paroles/Composition
Alexander Barr
Paroles/Composition
Matt Kelly
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Ted Hutt
Production
Joe Chiccarelli
Ingénierie de mixage
Morgan Stratto
Ingénierie de mixage
Ryan Mall
Ingénierie
Tom Baker
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Paroles
The season's upon us, it's that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
There's bells and there's holly, the kids are gung-ho
True love finds a kiss beneath fresh mistletoe
Some families are messed up while others are fine
If you think yours is crazy, well, you should see mine
My sisters are wackjobs, I wish I had none
Their husbands are losers and so are their sons
My nephew's a horrible wise little twit
He once gave me a nice gift-wrapped box full of shit
He likes to pelt carolers with icy snowballs
I'd like to take him out back and deck more than the halls
With family like this, I would have to confess
I'd be better off lonely, distraught, and depressed
The season's upon us, it's that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I'm from
My mom likes to cook, push our buttons, and prod
My brother just brought home another big broad
The eyes rollin' whispers come love from the kitchen
I'd come home more often if they'd only quit bitchin'
Dad on the other hand's a selfish old sod
Drinks whiskey alone with my miserable dog
Who won't run off fetch sure he couldn't care less
He defiled my teddy bear and left me the mess
The season's upon us, it's that time of year
Brandy and eggnog, there's plenty of cheer
There's lights on the trees and there's wreaths to be hung
There's mischief and mayhem and songs to be sung
They call this Christmas where I'm from
The table's set, we raise a toast, the father, son, and the Holy Ghost
I'm so glad this day only comes once a year
You can keep your opinions, your presents, your happy new year
They call this Christmas where I'm from
They call this Christmas where I'm from
Writer(s): Alexander Barr, James Lynch, Mathew Kelly, Kenneth Casey, Timothy Brennan, Jeff Darosa
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