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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bob Rivers
Bob Rivers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bob Rivers
Bob Rivers
Songwriter
Joe Bryant
Joe Bryant
Songwriter
Spike O'Neill
Spike O'Neill
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bob Rivers
Bob Rivers
Producer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Ben Karlstrom
Ben Karlstrom
Producer

Lyrics

Hey man, just roll me another Christmas blunt. I was gonna trim the tree, until I got high I was gonna buy you a DVD, but then I got high My presents ain't wrapped up, and I know why 'Cause I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna hang my lights before I got high I was supposed to book my grandma's flight, but then I got high She's sleepin' at LAX, and I know why 'Cause I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna send you a card, but I got high Put a lighted reindeer in my yard, but I got high My jack-o-lantern's frozen, its still outside 'Cause I get high Because I get high 'Cause I get high I was gonna clean the chimney flue, but then I got high I was gonna roll up a fatty too for the fat guy I drank his milk and cookies, and I know why 'Cause I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna go to midnight mass while I was high I was gonna sit there and pass some gas while I was high Now I'll burn in h, and I know why 'Cause I got high Because I got high Because I got high I was gonna kiss my grandmas face, and then I got high I was gonna eat her fruit cake too, then I got high It tasted pretty nasty, but I don't mind Because I was high Because I was high Because I was high I'm messin with Christmas songs because I'm high I hope Afroman don't take this wrong because he's high If I get a call from his attorney, well I know why So he can get high So he can get high So he can get high Hey is he really high? Yeah, he's high. Fa la lalala s do da Yeah, he really is high Snoop snoop doggy do wah Flippy de bird at you all La da da da dah de dah Doggy doo doo Say mutt? Say mutt? Say mutt? So all you kids, be real good, make your bed That's fantastic advice for all the children. Hey man we screwed this up big time. OK? When grandma hears this, ooh man, I'm outta the will, ok? No more sweet potato pie, brother.
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