On Viernes hit up Grumpy’s
the hipster bar, that’s of course kind of dumpy
Pre game at my place, for the first time
Folks saw how Vision is living outside of rhyme
Super shot of Jame-o now I’m out of mind
Throwing darts at a wall is feeling fine

Ended up at Maxwell’s
Not sure how that went
Another shot of Gold Shlag
Another ten dollars spent
Talked with D about what I forgot
Headed back to my place and we all smoked…cigarettes
Now Ben’s messed up and won’t let it rest
Knocking shit off the wall, and shit off my arm rest
Had to kick them folks out, guess that’s how it goes
I’ll see them tomorrow, that’s what we all know

So it’s 12 bars of Christmas, there’s about a hundred of us
Roaming down Lyndale, avoiding the under covers
Dudes doing treasure hunts, me I got a Bad Sweater
In fact, I got on the worst bad sweater ever
Every one comments, it’s a conversation piece
2 4 1 at Leaning Tower, the Hops mixing with the yeast
Got me singing yule tides, others they got on a fleece
We still singing songs as we start to head east
or west I’m not sure, it could even be south
But we get to Red Dragon before we figure it out
French Lemonade on the brain as our energy drains
We still stick it out, not sure if we’re sane

Mortimer’s is par for the course, then we cab it
back to Northeast, not too much traffic
This type of lifestyle becomes a habit
Before you even notice you’ve become an addict

Addicted to the friends, the nights that never end
The wanderers you met in bars
The cities where you can’t see the stars
The bar games, where you won a stuffed Barney
Getting in fights and getting kicked out of Blarney’s

It’s like when it gets cold, I get drinks on my wish list
This weekend was a success, here’s three cheers for Christmas