I remember back when I was young, on one Christmas Eve,
Mom and Dad tucked us in, and we drifted off to sleep.
Sometime through that snowy night, old Saint Nick did appear,
To fill our house with presents, and lots of Christmas cheer.
But morning came, and poor old dad, he just stayed in bed,
Face down in the pillow, that?s what Mommy said.
Daddy?s really sick about what Santa did this year,
He didn?t eat the milk and Dookies, but he drank all Daddy?s beer.