A Little List (Everything You Said You Wanted Too)

I don't want to play your video game, sorry,
I don't want to blow off somebody's head, gory,
I don't want to cry, I don't want to shout,
I want a little more...

Fun on Saturday night,
A little more sunlight,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like
Everything you said you wanted too.

I don't want to say, but you can be so boring.
Where is the guy who used to be so adoring?
I don't want to cry, I don't want to shout,
I want a little more...

Fun on Saturday night,
A little more sunlight,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like
Everything you said you wanted too,
But never do.

Do you think that I expect too much?
I don't think so, and I'm not giving up,
I've made it easy for you, I've made it easy for you,
I've made a little list of things you can do.

A little more fun on Saturday night,
A little more sunlight,
A little more heart, a little more soul,
A little more rock and roll,
A little more spark, a little more spike,
A little more love, a little more like
Everything you said you wanted too.

They're packing up the Santa Claus and reindeer,
Taking down the mistletoe for another year,
Everybody's thinking 'bout New Year's Eve,
But I'm still waiting for Christmas.

Look at all the lucky little girls and boys
Playing with all their new Christmas toys,
Everybody's wearing new Christmas clothes, 
But I'm still waiting for Christmas. 

I asked Santa for just one thing,
The only thing I wanted;
Christmas day I wanted to see
You underneath my Christmas tree.

Well, maybe Santa never got my letter,
Or maybe Santa heard I'd been naughty, whatever,
I won't be celebrating New Year's Eve;
I'm still waiting for Christmas.

If I don't make it through this Christmas have a drink on me,
Put all of my belongings under some poor family's tree,
Dress me up like Santa, deck me out in mistletoe,
Sing "O, Hallelujah" and bury me in the snow.

If I don't make it through this Christmas I won't have to pretend
That mere acquaintances are really dear, dear friends.
And concerning my vital organs, I'd be happy to donate,
Sing, "O, Hallelujah" and guide me to the Pearly Gates.

Jolly Saint Nicholas,
Time to take me off your list,
Angels we have heard on high,
Sing me one more lullaby.

If I don't make it through this Christmas there will be those who'll grieve,
But they'll be getting over it in time for New Year's Eve,
So, crack the Champagne open, toast the year and me good-bye,
I'll be with Guy Lombardo's "Royal Canadians" high up in the sky.

Jolly Saint Nicholas,
Time to take me off your list,
Angels we have heard on high,
Sing me one more lullaby.

Are you lonely?
Are you only
Barely hanging on?
Do you miss me much?
Do you miss how we touched?
Do you wonder what went wrong?

Do you go over every word you ever said?
Do you lie awake every night in your bed?
Do you blame yourself? Do you blame me?
Do you want to try to be friends
Or never see me again?
Do you ever break down and cry?
Or is it just me?

When your phone rings,
Are you hoping
It's me who's on the line?
Are you drinking a lot?
Are you eating or not?
Are you going out of your mind?

Do you go over every word you ever said?
Do you lie awake every night in your bed?
Do you blame yourself? Do you blame me?
Do you want to try to be friends
Or never see me again?
Do you ever break down and cry?
Or is it just me?

(I Don't Wanna See My Baby) Mad at Me

When my baby gets angry she gets mean,
She’s got a mouth like you’ve never seen;
She can yell, she can swear,
She makes me wanna run and hide somewhere.

I try to keep her happy if I can,
You see, I’m what you call a peaceful man;
Don’t like to argue half the night,
Don’t like to wake up in the middle of a fight.

No, I don’t wanna see
My baby mad at me,
No siree, I don't wanna see
My baby mad at me.

I wash the dishes and I mop the floor,
I do the laundry, I go to the store,
I do the cooking, yes I do,
I do everything she tells me to

'Cause I don’t wanna see
My baby mad at me,
No siree, I don't wanna see
My baby mad at me.

Forgot her birthday, my oh my,
You should’ve heard the four letter words fly.

I don’t wanna see
My baby mad at me,
No siree, I don't wanna see
My baby mad at me.