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Verse 1
We’d pull out the boxes from under the stairs,
With tangled lights and fairy repairs
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
With carols on softly, you’d dance and sway,
And teach us the moves in your own silly way.
We’d hang every bauble, red, gold, and blue,
You’d re-decorate it later 'cause that’s what you’d do.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know back then, the magic you wove,
Every year in that December glow.
Now we’re trying to carry it on,
A piece of you here singing to Christmas songs.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Verse 2
Wrapping gifts, you’d hide them away,
Act like Santa’s helper on Christmas Day,
And the look on your face as we tore through the pile,
The wrapping paper dance, and your secret smile.
Ice skating outside, we’d skate and fall,
Pushing polar bears big and small.
You’d warm us up with cocoa, so sweet,
And a bratwurst and stockings on our feet.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know the way your arms kept us safe,
Or that your laughter would never fade,
Now, we’re wrapping memories left and right,
For our kids to behold for their own Christmas nights.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
When we laugh and play in the falling snow,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Bridge
After dinner, bellies full, we’d drift off to sleep,
Make space for mince pies, that bittersweet treat.
The little ones run, with sparks in their eyes,
And we see a piece of you in every surprise.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Outro
So here’s to the magic you left behind,
To every crazy cozy family Christmas time,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree...Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Times are fxxxin’ brutal,
Pretending to be me,
It’s driving me insane,
Almost there, but not quite free.
Didn’t see the brain fog creeping in,
Thoughts falling out of my head,
Tena Ladies, hell, I’m buying 'em,
I used to be bold, now half way to dead.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Verse 2:
Wrapped up, I’m trapped in hesitation,
Sick of peeking out the door,
My DNA says I’m goin’ early,
But fxxx it, I’m not asking for more.
Can’t help it, I wanna stay in hiding,
Let the world burn, let it spin,
I’m not playing your crazy game,
I don’t give a shit about fitting in.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Bridge:
Yeah, I’m crazy losing it,
But it’s not just old age,
It’s the world punishing me,
Trying to put me in a rage.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out sou
From one weirdo to another,
We’re not social misfits,
We’re a special one of a kind,
And we’re owning every bit of it.
If they can’t handle,
Your beautiful weirdness,
So curious, so adventurous,
They can walk right out of your life.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Meet the right kinda folk
Those who break every rule
they'll stay for the journey,
And raise a little hell with you.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Knowing someone like you
Unleashing the freak inside
Weird is a party made for two,
So let your weirdness shine through.
If you’re lucky enough to find
Your beautiful weirdo,
lock arms tight—
Never let them go.
I hope you find your weirdos too,
And let your chaos shine through.
Verse 1
We’d pull out the boxes from under the stairs,
With tangled lights and fairy repairs
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
With carols on softly, you’d dance and sway,
And teach us the moves in your own silly way.
We’d hang every bauble, red, gold, and blue,
You’d re-decorate it later 'cause that’s what you’d do.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know back then, the magic you wove,
Every year in that December glow.
Now we’re trying to carry it on,
A piece of you here singing to Christmas songs.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Verse 2
Wrapping gifts, you’d hide them away,
Act like Santa’s helper on Christmas Day,
And the look on your face as we tore through the pile,
The wrapping paper dance, and your secret smile.
Ice skating outside, we’d skate and fall,
Pushing polar bears big and small.
You’d warm us up with cocoa, so sweet,
And a bratwurst and stockings on our feet.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know the way your arms kept us safe,
Or that your laughter would never fade,
Now, we’re wrapping memories left and right,
For our kids to behold for their own Christmas nights.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
When we laugh and play in the falling snow,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Bridge
After dinner, bellies full, we’d drift off to sleep,
Make space for mince pies, that bittersweet treat.
The little ones run, with sparks in their eyes,
And we see a piece of you in every surprise.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Outro
So here’s to the magic you left behind,
To every crazy cozy family Christmas time,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree...Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Times are fxxxin’ brutal,
Pretending to be me,
It’s driving me insane,
Almost there, but not quite free.
Didn’t see the brain fog creeping in,
Thoughts falling out of my head,
Tena Ladies, hell, I’m buying 'em,
I used to be bold, now half way to dead.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Verse 2:
Wrapped up, I’m trapped in hesitation,
Sick of peeking out the door,
My DNA says I’m goin’ early,
But fxxx it, I’m not asking for more.
Can’t help it, I wanna stay in hiding,
Let the world burn, let it spin,
I’m not playing your crazy game,
I don’t give a shit about fitting in.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Bridge:
Yeah, I’m crazy losing it,
But it’s not just old age,
It’s the world punishing me,
Trying to put me in a rage.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out sou
From one weirdo to another,
We’re not social misfits,
We’re a special one of a kind,
And we’re owning every bit of it.
If they can’t handle,
Your beautiful weirdness,
So curious, so adventurous,
They can walk right out of your life.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Meet the right kinda folk
Those who break every rule
they'll stay for the journey,
And raise a little hell with you.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Knowing someone like you
Unleashing the freak inside
Weird is a party made for two,
So let your weirdness shine through.
If you’re lucky enough to find
Your beautiful weirdo,
lock arms tight—
Never let them go.
I hope you find your weirdos too,
And let your chaos shine through.
Verse 1
We’d pull out the boxes from under the stairs,
With tangled lights and fairy repairs
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
With carols on softly, you’d dance and sway,
And teach us the moves in your own silly way.
We’d hang every bauble, red, gold, and blue,
You’d re-decorate it later 'cause that’s what you’d do.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know back then, the magic you wove,
Every year in that December glow.
Now we’re trying to carry it on,
A piece of you here singing to Christmas songs.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Verse 2
Wrapping gifts, you’d hide them away,
Act like Santa’s helper on Christmas Day,
And the look on your face as we tore through the pile,
The wrapping paper dance, and your secret smile.
Ice skating outside, we’d skate and fall,
Pushing polar bears big and small.
You’d warm us up with cocoa, so sweet,
And a bratwurst and stockings on our feet.
Pre-Chorus
Didn’t know the way your arms kept us safe,
Or that your laughter would never fade,
Now, we’re wrapping memories left and right,
For our kids to behold for their own Christmas nights.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
When we laugh and play in the falling snow,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Bridge
After dinner, bellies full, we’d drift off to sleep,
Make space for mince pies, that bittersweet treat.
The little ones run, with sparks in their eyes,
And we see a piece of you in every surprise.
Chorus
Mum, it still feels like Christmas, with you around,
In the joy we pass from generation down,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Mum, you’d laugh and say, “One day you’ll see
These are the little things that make Christmas bee.”
Outro
So here’s to the magic you left behind,
To every crazy cozy family Christmas time,
We’re making it bright, for you to see,
Your love lives on in the lights on the tree...Your love lives on in the lights on the tree.
Times are fxxxin’ brutal,
Pretending to be me,
It’s driving me insane,
Almost there, but not quite free.
Didn’t see the brain fog creeping in,
Thoughts falling out of my head,
Tena Ladies, hell, I’m buying 'em,
I used to be bold, now half way to dead.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Verse 2:
Wrapped up, I’m trapped in hesitation,
Sick of peeking out the door,
My DNA says I’m goin’ early,
But fxxx it, I’m not asking for more.
Can’t help it, I wanna stay in hiding,
Let the world burn, let it spin,
I’m not playing your crazy game,
I don’t give a shit about fitting in.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out soul
Bridge:
Yeah, I’m crazy losing it,
But it’s not just old age,
It’s the world punishing me,
Trying to put me in a rage.
Chorus:
Old age has slapped me hard in the face
My wrinkles tell the story of this race
They want me to show up, play nice,
But hell, I don’t know what mood I’ll find
I’m happier when the rain’s pourin' down,
With wine and cake to drown it out,
Come too close, and you’ll hear the toll,
Of the price I’ve paid for this worn-out sou
From one weirdo to another,
We’re not social misfits,
We’re a special one of a kind,
And we’re owning every bit of it.
If they can’t handle,
Your beautiful weirdness,
So curious, so adventurous,
They can walk right out of your life.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Meet the right kinda folk
Those who break every rule
they'll stay for the journey,
And raise a little hell with you.
We’re just weirdos chasing down
The secret of happiness
Do you really wanna know?
The secret is, psych!
Just be as weird as you like.
Knowing someone like you
Unleashing the freak inside
Weird is a party made for two,
So let your weirdness shine through.
If you’re lucky enough to find
Your beautiful weirdo,
lock arms tight—
Never let them go.
I hope you find your weirdos too,
And let your chaos shine through.
