The Only Goddamn Way To Spend New Year’s Day
All of the birds were singing,
All of the birds were singing,
Singing out of key, out of key on New Year’s Day
All of the clouds were hiding,
All of the clouds were hiding,
Hiding ‘round the mountains, ‘round the hills on New Year’s Day.
And there wasn’t anything to do
But there was laughter to pursue
And food and songs and tales to tell
Over coffee, hot and black as hell
This is the only goddamn way,
To spend a New Year’s, New Year’s Day.
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