The First Song

I'm shaking awful I'm shaking, asshole! In weather remote It's never far off The snowing in cover Do you recover from those? And Christmas time coming And over approaching We've been drinking for long As Christmas time goes I'm coming over Coming from You're already gone I'm wrapping up The presents I bought An overcoat Will take me anywhere, oh We've suffered enough Its scary To these They're leaving from work Cutting us off Knowing not Why Calling on The telephone Why... Do I know anyone? No... I dont know anyone