The Day After Christmas Lyrics

I heard the landline and my heart started pumping

Nobody calls me on that phone except for you

We had it out when you were down and out and angry

You have a way of always complicating and aggravating me

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out your mouth now

I wasn't hungry I came for the peace offering

I brought my wife with me and we swore we'd keep calm

Then you came out with that old rotten turkey

I had it up to here but my wife, man, she lost her shit

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

You always run your mouth out

Hey Chris, tell us that story

You mean that sad, sad story, Brian

When it was The Day After Christmas

And my momma invited us over for my birthday

And she served up that Thanksgiving turkey

That was a day late and a dollar short

And you know my wife she was getting kind of pissed

And you know my wife she don't take no shit

And my momma, my momma can be real cruel

So when my wife she said,

"Momma,why you being so cruel to your baby boy

Why you being so cruel?"

And you know those tempers they started flaring

And you know the women they started glaring

So I got my ass up and I headed for the door

And when I got to the door I reached deep inside

Deep inside for the courage to reply

And I said "Momma, your turkey tastes like shit!"

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

Run out, run out, run out

Always run your mouth

You always run out your mouth now

It was The Day After Christmas

And that Thanksgiving turkey is getting old man

And my wife don't take no shit from no one

And you always run your mouth