(Yeah!
Whatever
One, two, three
It’s almost Christmas/New Year)

I’ve seen snow on Christmas Eve,
Gracing frosted evergreens
After most the trees go brown
I’m still standing

I’ve been miles away from home
Trapped in Charles [bad word]  poems
I’ve been freezing in this town,
But I’m still standing
(One, two, three)

- [bad word] –

It’s almost New Year,
In San Diego
Another Christmas,
In Old Borego
Face-down in a little white shack in the back room
This town is a 35 Ford in a bad mood, in a bad mood

I hear you when I’m asleep,
Missy you’re the love I keep
But I still got no cash to send,
In my pocket

It’s been months since we first kissed,
But your face is what I miss,
And I keep your picture bent in my pocket