A White Christmas In South Texas

we fly down the highway
looking for the next bar open on Christmas Eve

we each do a line and head on in
flirt with lonely girls
and take bumps in the bathroom

more blow than I've done in a long time

we repeat this process until last call
and each of us go home alone

I manage a few hours of sleep and wake up in Texas
to the grimmest Chrsitmas Day I can remember

all I can think is
Santa must have known how naughty I've been