Stoli caught the late night local home to Brighton Beach And the sour mash high-tailed it back to Lynchburg, Tennessee This Christmas party's over All my friends are heading home But I'm not calling it a night til everybody's gone
Tequila, my old friend Well I just can't seem to shake this lonesome feeling That this'll be my final Navidad Our last hurrah And boy, that's how it's lookin' And it's a Cancun Christmas morning here in Brooklyn
Well, Fernet left after dinner And Bloody Mary just this morn Captain Morgan's still here somewhere but we don't talk much anymore So pass the salt and limes my way Today I'm laying low Just kissing Jose Cuervo underneath the mistletoe
Tequila, my old friend Well I just can't seem to shake this lonesome feeling That this'll be my final Navidad Our last hurrah And boy, that's how it's lookin' And it's a Cancun Christmas morning here in Brooklyn And it's a Cancun Christmas morning here in BrooklynTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
