Rain On Christmas

How did I get this lucky?

How did I get the best parents in the world?

My sister and me, we were drawn out the lottery

Bet your bottom dollar, yeah yeah

And you still love her

And you still love me

And you still make it rain on Christmas

You always have a check for me

You still make it rain on Christmas

Raining all over your gay son

And every year you take me vacation

I love you, don’t ever get poor

I need sixty dollars

It’s for my Verizon bill

‘Cause you’re here I thought I would just say

Otherwise you can save up for my birthday

‘Cause I need a coat

I would like a coat

You still make it rain on Christmas

You always cut that fat fuckin’ check for me

You still make it rain on Christmas

Raining all over your gay son

Do you remember the year you got me a Playstation (2, when they had just come out)

I love you, don’t ever get poor

But seriously, I love you

I’d be nothing without you

And if I’m any good at being me

It’s ‘cause all my life I could see

Two people who knew how to save

And thank God you did

Because I think I need you to pay for my therapist

You still make it rain on Christmas

You always cut that fat fuckin’ check for me

You still make it rain on Christmas

Raining all over your only gay son

And every year you take me on a sick Orlando vacation

I love you, don’t ever get poor

I love you, please do not ever become poor

I love you, don’t ever get poor