Cans on the Christmas Tree

Lights are flickering, the snow's falling down

It's that time again, best night of the town

Gather 'round, folks, it's a holiday spree

With the Cuddy’s and Rapp’s, just let it be

Michael's got a Bud Light, chilling in his hand

Decorating a dead tree with beer cans, it's his holiday plan

Stackin' up the aluminum cans, shining bright and free

Making Christmas memories, just as it should be

Catchin' the cheer in the bottle and the breeze

Sippin' and laughin', forget the worries, please

Raise your cheap ass cans high, let the good times fucking be

Celebrate the season with friends and family

Brian's got a Busch Light, hittin' cans in the yard

Backyard battleground, got the backyard marred

Laughin’ with Dave, swingin' at a can or two

Hittin Busch cans in bushes like a bunch of tards

Feel the spirit of the season, everything's new

It's a little bit crazy, it's a little bit wild

But it’s all about a buzz, and that’s the real style

Forget about worries, let the good times roll

This country Christmas, straight from the soul

Catchin' the cheer in the bottle and the breeze

Sippin' and laughin', forget the worries, please

Raise your cans high, let the good times be

Celebrate the season with friends and family

Tommy's got a drink for every mood in town

From whiskey to Miller, never gonna shut him down

Drinks in hand, singing loud and free

Bout Packers and Cowboys

That’s our country Christmas, come and see

So here's to the memories, to the buzz and cheer

This country Christmas, the best time of the year

With cans on a tree, and friends in the yard

Living our stories, and playing our part for these bunch of retards

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!