Merry Holiday

You say you’re really in Kwazana

Well, I’m not really sure what that means

Me, I’m not into Diwali

But it’s sure fine machinery

Bottled will and fake cheer

I’ve had enough to turn me on

Don’t look for me come New Year

By then I’m sure I’ll be gone

Your mother says to tell you

Your brother’s back in jail

And uncle Avi’s free from Delores

But his trailer’s shot to hell

Merry, merry, merry holiday

Looking back, ain’t much changed