T'was The Week After Christmas T'was
the week after Christmas, and all through the house The cookies I'd nibbled, the eggnog
I'd taste I'd remember the marvelous meals
I'd prepared; I said to myself, as I only can So--away with the last of the sour
cream dip, Every last bit of food that I like
must be banished I won't have a cookie--not even
a lick. I won't have hot biscuits, or corn
bread, or pie, I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life
is a bore--- Unable to giggle, no longer a riot I decided right then to a change
of lifestyle And knew that 2000 was the year
I would WIN This time it's to GOAL -
watch that cake, watch that beer! |