The First Song

I'm shaking awful I'm shaking-ass cold In weather remote Snowfall on The snowy cover We'll recover from both With Christmas time coming Hangover approaching We've been drinking Bordeaux As Christmas time goes I'm coming over I'm coming from north I'm already gone I'm wrapping up the presents I bought An overcoat will take me anywhere, oh We've suffered enough It's scary to leave When they're leaving from work Cutting us off Knowing not why Calling on the telephone Roy, do I know anyone? No, I don't know anyone