I work alone
And I come to work late and stoned
I work alone
And I come to work late and stoned
I've got me the kind of boss I like
The kind I only talk to on the phone
And I like the kind of boss I only talk to on the phone 'cause he don't know
That I come to work late and stoned
I can't see my kids this Christmas
But I can still be Santa Clause
I sent my kids their gifts this Christmas
But that bitch changed all the tags to Santa Clause
Well I guess Santa Clause is the kind of man that I am
That's why I just spent Christmas Eve with a broom in my hand
So please, please understand
If I spend all Christmas day with a bottle in my hand
Cause I gotta drown all that shit out
Or I'll end Christmas day with a gun in my mouth
I work alone
And I come to work late and stoned