Dom Fera | Jukebox Bar on Christmas Eve @Dom-Fera | Uploaded December 2020 | Updated October 2024, 16 hours ago.
christmas piano man on the ukulele - Merry Christmas, really appreciate you all
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On Christmas Eve at her jukebox bar
the owner put out the old mason jar
of the change she saved, on a stool up front
just so anyone could sing if they want
Ba da da da etc
well the college kid with a college drunk
Gave ‘em deck the halls from the top of his lungs
they said “kid go home” but he just sat down
Said “they ain’t missed me once, they ain’t starting now”
Ba da da da etc
The preschool teacher of twenty nine
made a solo out of baby it’s cold outside
Sent a text to her ex, said “I miss him tonight,
think I’d miss him less if he treated me right”
the owner asked ‘em for encores every track
She asked ‘em “where did ya learn to sing like that?
Who’s gonna give it a try, honey don’t be shy
I know the words and I’ll sing with ya the whole time”
The neighbors opened their windows just to hear
They knew that magic don’t happen every year
You get whatever you need
by the time you leave
that jukebox bar on Christmas Eve
Ba da da da etc
the lawyer was loaded and scraping along
doing silver and gold like a funeral song
she said “it’s not when I lose, I think losing is fine
It’s when I win for someone who wins all the time”
Ba da da da da
The laid off coach, without looking up
crooned I’ll be home to the foam in his cup
said “I miss the days when the words I said
didn’t hold people back, they would push ‘em ahead”
Ba da da da da
the owner asked ‘em for encores every track
She asked ‘em “where did ya learn to sing like that?
Who’s gonna give it a try, honey don’t be shy
I know the words and I’ll sing with ya the whole time”
The neighbors opened their windows just to hear
They knew that magic don’t happen every year
You get whatever you need
by the time you leave
that jukebox bar on Christmas Eve
The poet and postman and plumber in love
did “Last” and “Blue” and “12 Days Of”
and the big bank big wig swigging some rum
did Santa baby like a hit and run
Then the journalist and therapist
sung jolly old saint Nicholas
And the owner watched and didn’t charge anyone for drinks
They turned to her with sympathy
said “you’re working late on Christmas Eve
And you’re all alone, that don’t seem right”
She said “look around — I ain’t alone tonight”
christmas piano man on the ukulele - Merry Christmas, really appreciate you all
patreon.com/domfera
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On Christmas Eve at her jukebox bar
the owner put out the old mason jar
of the change she saved, on a stool up front
just so anyone could sing if they want
Ba da da da etc
well the college kid with a college drunk
Gave ‘em deck the halls from the top of his lungs
they said “kid go home” but he just sat down
Said “they ain’t missed me once, they ain’t starting now”
Ba da da da etc
The preschool teacher of twenty nine
made a solo out of baby it’s cold outside
Sent a text to her ex, said “I miss him tonight,
think I’d miss him less if he treated me right”
the owner asked ‘em for encores every track
She asked ‘em “where did ya learn to sing like that?
Who’s gonna give it a try, honey don’t be shy
I know the words and I’ll sing with ya the whole time”
The neighbors opened their windows just to hear
They knew that magic don’t happen every year
You get whatever you need
by the time you leave
that jukebox bar on Christmas Eve
Ba da da da etc
the lawyer was loaded and scraping along
doing silver and gold like a funeral song
she said “it’s not when I lose, I think losing is fine
It’s when I win for someone who wins all the time”
Ba da da da da
The laid off coach, without looking up
crooned I’ll be home to the foam in his cup
said “I miss the days when the words I said
didn’t hold people back, they would push ‘em ahead”
Ba da da da da
the owner asked ‘em for encores every track
She asked ‘em “where did ya learn to sing like that?
Who’s gonna give it a try, honey don’t be shy
I know the words and I’ll sing with ya the whole time”
The neighbors opened their windows just to hear
They knew that magic don’t happen every year
You get whatever you need
by the time you leave
that jukebox bar on Christmas Eve
The poet and postman and plumber in love
did “Last” and “Blue” and “12 Days Of”
and the big bank big wig swigging some rum
did Santa baby like a hit and run
Then the journalist and therapist
sung jolly old saint Nicholas
And the owner watched and didn’t charge anyone for drinks
They turned to her with sympathy
said “you’re working late on Christmas Eve
And you’re all alone, that don’t seem right”
She said “look around — I ain’t alone tonight”
