Carson Station - Drinking on Christmas Lyrics

I'm drinking on Christmas
Like Dean Martin on a binge
Mixing margaritas with a mistletoe twist
Give me a kiss
I'm drinking on Christmas
I've been a good boy
Now I'm alone by a tree
Waiting on Santa to bring my baby right back to me
I'm drinking on Christmas
I hear the clip clip clip of the reindeer
Or am I hallucinating on my fifth beer
I think a fat guys' coming down my chimney
I bet he's in the mood to take a shot with me
I hope he's the only witness
I'm drinking on Christmas
A big plastic Rudolph was looking at me wrong
Now he's lying in about a million tiny pieces on my neighbor's lawn
He pissed me off
Watching icicles melt into my whiskey
Claymation's freaking me out on the TV
I lift my glass to her picture the mantle
And nearly burn my fingers off with a candle
How I deck my halls ain't none of your business
I'm drinking on Christmas
This bottle's empty
And I gotta go
So I step outside and try to write my name in the snow
Forget the wish list
I'm drinking on Christmas
Hark the hammered angels sing
I'm drinking on Christmas