Happy Holidays - Mark Ronson, MC Paul Barman

Huddle up for the scuttlebutt

Chill out, check out the burlap sack

With the girl that snaps back

Yeah

I’m the Dom sipper on Yom Kippur that gets props

Like sweatshops when third world debt stops

I’ve had my ups and downs from cups and crowns

To humble pie, crumble cry and mumble why

Is there a man strolling with feet so swollen

He wears two walking cast shoes, I guess his real shoes were stolen

So I’m gift tossing from the wrist like a discus

A homemade coupon good for one dish washing

Two G’s and a god were like peas in a pod

Discussing the reasons to even the odds

And hold the reins to the chariot of the proletariat

I yelled, «The words we’re fearing require third ear hearing!»

Nearing a forty

story jeans ad, a square cut from the scrim

By the guy who lives inside so some air could get in

I lobbed a peanut butter pinecone birdfeeder poppy seed rhinestone and flew off

to the very next time zone

This job is killing me softly.

Willingly offbeat

Bipolar people shouldn’t drink coffee

Hopefully, we’ll all build to peace but the killed deceased

Wildebeest declared endangered, still decreased

Forward and back

Hump your boyfriend

I’m out of here