Treasure Island

Trade Martin

(USA)

Stoned Christmas Junky


Stoned Christmas Junky…..,
Can’t get enough….,
I’m hooked on the season…..,
And it really makes it tough…..,
Cause all year long…..,
I pray for this wonderful time…..,
To hear the caroler’s voices…..,
In my Christmas Junky mind…..,
Stoned Christmas Junky…..,
Can’t wait to have more turkey…..,
Like last Thanksgiving…..,
When I went cold turkey…..,
But it didn’t work for me …..,
Cause can’t all of you see…..,
I’m a Christmas Junky…..,
And until that day arrives……,
You’ll see withdrawal…..,
Deep within my eyes…..,
Cause I’m a Christmas Junky…..,
A Stoned Christmas Junky….! ! !

Submitted: Thursday, March 08, 2007
Edited: Monday, May 23, 2011

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