Обезбашены (feat. Og Sharon) - Young Cruiser

You know the song Forget everything that went wrong And I'll sing along It's the time of the year where we all Get along, 'cause as long as there's beer The real festive cheer The money disappears So come on, you sad sacks You're not gonna win the human race Put on your glad rags Go get off your face Grab Bad Sharon from the office Nick the champagne, let's get off it Just in time for Auld Lang Syne (Can't believe it's Christmas) There's still a few crackers left to pull Under the mistletoe, you fools Love your friends, friends, friends, friends (Can't believe it's Christmas again) You know the score As soon as you sink that shot, there'll Be one more As sure as your face hits the floor Come on, you sad sacks A hand jives not out of place Put on your glad rags Go get off your face Grab Bad Sharon from the office Nick the champagne, let's get off it Just in time for Auld Lang Syne (Can't believe it's Christmas) There's still a few crackers left to pull Under the mistletoe, you fools Love your friends, friends, friends, friends (Can't believe it's Christmas Can't believe it's Christmas again) Here he comes, I can see him Go to bed you sleepy dossers Santa's on his way With the presents on his sleigh So go to bed you sleepyhead Before he flies away (Away, away, away, away, away) Grab Bad Sharon from the office Nick the champagne, let's get off it Just in time for Auld Lang Syne (Can't believe it's Christmas) But still a few crackers left to pull Under the mistletoe, you fools Love your friends, friends, friends, friends (Can't believe it's Christmas Can't believe it's Christmas Can't believe it's Christmas) Santa's on his way With the presents on his sleigh (Happy Christmas) Santa's on his way (Here he comes, I can see him) With the presents on his sleigh (Come on Santa, over here) Santa's on his way (You big dosser) With the presents on his sleigh

I'm out cruising in the desert, it feels so fucking great The coolest pleasure is to ride in, my mustang, my mustang 68 I'm running out of fuel I'm running out of gas My babe's in the backseat now I'm on the top of the world Four litres of whiskey makes us neat, And doubles our crops of feat I'm running out of fuel I'm running out of gas