You told your mama, you told your pa
Mama called the preacher, Daddy called the law
But it's alright, it's alright, we did not need them anyway
We just won't come home on Christmas
Or any other holiday
You say behave yourself, I say I'll try
You say don't go out tonight and I say why
But it's okay, it's okay, everything's gonna be just fine
You can fall asleep in your bed, honey
And I'll toss and turn in mine
You makin' money, honey, gonna be a star
I lie around all day and play guitar
But it's okay, it's okay, everything's gonna be alright
I'll make breakfast every morning, sugar
Sing you lullabies at night
Well you like checkers and I like chess
I like you naked and you like to dress
But it's okay, it's okay, everything's gonna be just fine
Naked Checkers every Friday
I bet you beat me every time
You told your mama, you told your pa
Mama called the preacher, Daddy called the law
But it's alright, it's alright, we did not need them anyway
We just won't come home on Christmas
Or any other holiday

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