The First Song

I'm shaking awful
I'm shaking, ass cold
In weather remote
Snowfall on
Snowy Cover
We recover from those

And Christmastime coming
And over approaching
We've been drinking bordeaux
As Christmastime goes
I'm coming over
I'm coming from north
And already gone

I'm wrapping up the presents I bought
An overcoat will take me anywhere, oh
We've suffered enough

It's scary to leave
When they're leaving from work
Cutting us off
Knowing not why

Calling on the telephone
Roy, do I know anyone
No, I don't know anyone