This Ain't New Jersey -

I ain’t laughing

I didn’t hear the joke anyway

I got my fingers on the windows

As the snow makes this a prison

Tomorrow will be Christmas day

I took you drinkin'

To say the things that I needed to say

You drank me under the table,

Like you always do The radio just plays away

Those same old songs

every single year

We drink, we sing

And I forget the things that I need to hear

And we argue

As the snow seals us in for the night

You say 'Santa Claus is coming,

but I don’t care what the sun says,

That’s never gonna serve by right'

And this ain’t New Jersey

Father Christmas is coming to town

You throw your drink at my face

Throw that look in my direction

And the radio plays on and on And those same old songs

every single year

We drink, we sing

on the state we’re in But it’s Christmas my dear

And walking with the roads

As the barman grids his teeth

He’s praying that the storm will ease up over us Then he knows he shouldn’t drive

He’d be sleeping in his car

That just ain’t no good

The floorboards of the pub

Ain’t just buckled with our love

'Cuz when we fight, I love you more

Like your favorite film

It’s a wonderfull life

You’ve seen it a hundred times

But you don’t get bored

You don’t get bored

You don’t get bored

Eleven thirty,

Christmas 'eve turning into Christmas day

I ask you how you’re feeling

You answer «I'm aging and remember what I need to say»

Like Jimmy Steward in the film that you hold so dear

I may have had a bit to drink

I may have done some dumb things

But I’m glad the storm has trapped me here

With you

And walking with the roads

As the barman grids his teeth

He’s praying that the storm will ease up over us Then he knows he shouldn’t drive

He’d be sleeping in his car

That just ain’t no good

The floorboards of the pub

Ain’t just buckled with our love

'Cuz when we fight I love you more

Like your favorite film

It’s a wonderfull life

You’ve seen it a thousand times

But you don’t get bored

You don’t get bored

No, you don’t get bored

Still those same old songs

fill the air

We drink, we sing

on the state we’re in If it leads to another year