Pistol Annies - Happy Birthday

I'm tangled all up in this tinsel
I'm tipsy on peppermint schnapps
I'm trying to be so sentimental
It's hard to be something I'm not
It's Christmas Eve and I'm done

I'm wiping the dust off the mantel
Stuffing the stockings with junk
My mama showed up with a handle
And her boyfriend of the month
It's Christmas Eve and she's drunk

Happy birthday, Jesus (ah-ah)
Hope that you can't see us (ah-ah)
Down here acting a fool (ah-ah)
Like it ain't about you (ah-ah)
Happy birthday, Jesus la la la la la la)

I don't wanna go out in this weather
Looking for last-minute gifts
But my mother-in-law wants a sweater
She'll probably say it don't fit
It's Christmas Eve and I quit

Happy birthday, Jesus (ah-ah)
Hope that you can't see us (ah-ah)
Down here acting a fool (ah-ah)
Like it ain't about you (ah-ah)
Happy birthday, Jesus (la la la la la la)

Fa la la, fa la la
Fa la la la la
Fa la la, fa la la
Fa la la la la

Happy birthday, Jesus (ah-ah)
Hope that you can't see us (ah-ah)
Down here acting a fool (ah-ah)
Like it ain't about you (ah-ah)
Happy birthday, Jesus (la la la la la la)

Written by:
Angaleena Presley, Ashley Monroe, Miranda Lambert

Publisher:
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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