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