Four drunk men are sing-ing Christ-mas songs.
They've got the spir-it but the notes are wrong.
Voic-es ring-ing on the moun-tain top.
Pray they pass out, may-be then they'll stop.
Refrain
Four drunk men are at it a-gain.
San-ta's rein-deer can't fly high-er
Than this mucked up Christ-mas cho-ir.
Four drunk men.
Four drunk men.
Are mak-ing Christ-mas mer-ry to-night.
No use stand-ing by the mis-tle-toe.
No girls are wel-come in this stu-di-o.
We miss the way you used to fill our cup.
We'd love to kiss you but we might throw up.
Refrain...
Our stom-achs quiv-er and our fac-es blanch.
We're twice as loud as an-y av-a-lanche.
The hill-side rum-bles but we "Deck our Halls".
To join this cho-rus you need Christ-mas balls.
Refrain...
The way we sing it af-ter for-ty beers,
It's not just an-y-bod-y's "Mid-night Clear".
We get much more clev-er with each drink we take.
We love each in-co-her-ent sound we make.
Refrain...
Half-way through each song we take a nap.
It's a guar-an-teed me-lo-dic hand-i-cap.
We've been so-ber ev-ery o-ther day this year
But there's no such thing as too much Christ-mas cheer.
Refrain (Last time)
Four drunk men are at it a-gain.
San-ta's rein-deer can't fly high-er
Than this mucked up Christ-mas cho-ir.
Four drunk men.
Four drunk men.
Are mak-ing Christ-mas mer-ry...
They'll come to in Jan-u-ar-y...
Are mak-ing Christ-mas mer-ry to-night.
Copyright 1996 by Gregg Butterfield
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