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It was CHristmas Eve Kate
In the drunk tank
An old FHFer said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song of
The Rare Old Mountain Man
I turned my face away
And dreamed about a parade or two
Got on a lucky one
Came in twenty-four + one
I've got a FHFeeling
This year's for me and you
So happy CHristmas
I love you all
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true
They've got Pants! big as stars
They've got Molsons of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold CHristmas Eve
You promised me
Ste. Catherine was waiting for me
I was handsome
You were pretty
Queen of CHarlie’s Angels City
When the band finished playing
We howled out for more
Gord Downie was singing,
All the drunks they were swinging
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night
The boys of the Habs CHoir
Were singing “Olé Olé Olé"
And the bells were ringing out
For CHristmas day
I’m no bum
Yes once a punk
SFUs an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that leaf bed
You mclame scumbag, you ol’crotch maggot
You cheap lousy Blue Jacket(s)
Happy CHristmas your arse
I pray Gord it's our last
The boys of the Habs CHoir
Still singing "Olé Olé Olé"
And the bells were ringing out
For CHristmas day
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you
The boys of the Habs CHoir
Still singing "Olé Olé Olé"
And the bells are ringing out
For CHristmas day
Happy Holidays and all the best in 2017 to my FHFriends.
GYFHG!
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