Hungover on Christmas Day (2024 ver.) Lyrics

It's barely turned six in the morning

And the little ones are already out of bed

Their little feet stomp in the rhythm

Of the throbbing that's inside my head

Normally you wouldn't see me

Under the covers I'd stay

But you can't get away with hangovers

On Christmas day

I get to the table

The last one there

And everyone has their own unique stare

I slump in my chair

As everyone glares

And I block out the smell

Of this brussel sprout hell

Normally you wouldn't see me

Under the covers I'd stay

But you can't get away with hangovers

On Christmas day

The feeding is over

And I have survived

The kids play with toys

As the grown ups sigh

Less seats were needed than the previous year

So we toast to the ones that are no longer here

Normally you wouldn't see me

Under the covers I'd stay

But I'll never be too hungover

For Christmas day