These

are

your

good

years,

don't

take

my

ad-

vice.

You

nev-

er

want-

ed

the

nice

boys

a-

ny-

way.

And

I'm

of

good

cheer,

'cause

I've

been

check-

ing

my

list.

The

gifts

you're

re-

ciev-

ing

from

me,

will

be;

One

awk-

ward

si-

lence,

and

two

hopes

you'll

cry

your-

self

to

sleep

stay-

ing

up,

wait-

ing

by

the

phone,

'n

all

I

want

this

year's

for

you

to

de-

di-

cate

your

last

breath

to

me,

be-

fore

you

bu-

ry

your-

self

a-

live.

Don't

come

home

for

Christ-

mas,

you're

the

last

thing

I

wan-

na

see

un-

der-

neath

the

tree.

Mer-

ry

Christ-

mas,

I

could

care

less.

Hap-

py

New

Year's

ba-

by,

you

owe

me

the

best

gift

I

will

ev-

er

ask

for.

Don't

call

me

up

when

the

snow

comes

down.

It's

the

on-

ly

thing

I

want

this

year.

One

awk-

ward

si-

lence,

and

two

hopes

you'll

cry

your-

self

to

sleep

stay-

ing

up,

wait-

ing

by

the

phone,

'n

all

I

want

this

year's

for

you

to

de-

di-

cate

your

last

breath

to

me,

be-

fore

you

bu-

ry

your-

self

a-

live.

Don't

come

home

for

Christ-

mas,

you're

the

last

thing

I

wan-

na

see

un-

der-

neath

the

tree.

Mer-

ry

Christ-

mas,

I

could

care

less.