Always dread December and the holidays All my spirit's gone away It doesn't even snow, just rains When I see the stockings on the fireplace I don't hear the sleigh bells ringing No, I don't hear the angels singing This year, it's different I wanna feel like a kid again So I, stop being bitter and smile Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Just look at the lights Look at 'em shine Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Yeah, who cares anyway? 'Cause it's Christmas time I don't need to have a million gifts under the tree 'Cause I'll be working Christmas Eve Coming down your chimney (bop-bop, bop-bop) Only rain I'm seeing is some red-nosed reindeer I'm bringing back my Christmas cheer 'Cause I'll be really good this year And this year, it's different Maybe Santa's been listening I, haven't felt this in a while Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Just look at the lights Look at 'em shine Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Yeah, who cares anyway? 'Cause it's Christmas time Ho-ho, ho-ho (I say I like it like that) Gingerbread man and candy cane Think I forgot how good they taste The lights on the tree They're winking at me (yeah) Yeah, I used to be such a Grinch, but now I'm going carolling Under mistletoe, hop in the sleigh and let's go Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Just look at the lights Look at 'em shine Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Yeah, who cares anyway? 'Cause it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time Who cares anyway? Just look at the lights Look at 'em shine Who cares anyway? It's Christmas time, uh Yeah, it's Christmas time

Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Прокуренный винтаж, это rock new school Пятьдесят четвёртый этаж, смотрю на Москву Кровь течёт по лицу — это мне к лицу Кровь течёт по губам — это от тоски Мои дни снова разные, как носки Кровь течёт по губам из правой ноздри Я тебя не ебу, а ты ебёшь мозги Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Моё поведение, моё поведение Крашеные волосы, голос поколения Все ваши кумиры — это недоразумение Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт У меня есть Mastercard Baby, я хулиган, как Симпсон Барт Лучше тебе убегать

Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?

Decided to write a song for my hero Considering he's done so much for me He's the one that pulled me up when I fell down so low He's the one that led me through the darkness when I could not see Never met a man more gentle or any humbler Never once heard him raise his voice or saw him mad But I watched him break his back on coal and lumber To give her everything she never had Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him Born on a summer day in some dark holler Way back in the hills of Perry County Well he grew up poor and he never saw a dollar But a dollar ain't no good in a coal camp anyway Cause when it all comes down to zero There's nothing more this life could ever give And I know I'll never find another hero Not another one like him And if I'm half the man he is when I die I don't know if I could ask for too much more He taught me you only need one hand To count your real friends in this life But if you find true love you better take both arms And hold on til your sore