My friend wants to take a bit,
Party, Go right off her tit,
Get totally fucking lit,
Like a Christmas tree.

I say “I won’t touch that shit,
Not even the smallest bit,
Because I know that I will like it
Far too much you see.

And when you go too far
I don’t want to do CPR
On the floor of the latest bar
That you’ve dragged me to.”

I told her “In the ending you
Will wind up in ICU,
Face all corpse-pale-blue,
So be careful what you do.

After Christmas trees are cut
They die on Christmas day,
Then they’re burnt or thrown away,
Don’t be a Christmas tree that way.”


Drugs are baad, hmm’kaaay?
Dying is baad, hmm’kaaay?

Enjoy a safe end of year.
Hmm’kaaay?