Everyday Is Xmas

The Quakers are fighting
The Amish are watching TV
The French are polite
Just as friendly as they can be
The Germans are messy
The Japanese are dumb
The Irish are sober
The Baptists have drunk all the rum
The world's in front of my eyes
But I can hardly believe

Every day is Christmas and every night is New Years Eve

All the men have mustaches
They're stuck on their upper lips
The women wear dresses
They're pulled way up over their hips
And they look at each other
So seductivly
Their movements are smooth
Just like choreography
I know that I don't belong here
But I'm way too excited to leave

Every day is Christmas and every night is New Years Eve

The take-out is took out
The drive-in is closed for repairs
And nobody's raising their voice
Except on a dare
Our money's all gone
We don't care
We'll just have to figure out
How to get from here to there
We all want to go but
We don't have the courage to leave

Every day is Christmas and every night is New Years Eve

The Quakers are fighting
The Amish are watching TV
Everyone seems to be out of their minds
Except for me
The floor is knee deep in confetti
And broken glass
Everyone's living their life
Like it might be their last
This world is so strange
And I can hardly believe

Every day is Christmas and every night is New Years Eve