More Jagerbombs, more Jagerbombs
I can still hear my sister's voices
Their words are shrill
As they gripe at me
For failing to marry and produce babies
More Jagerbombs, More Jagerbombs
Oh god, anything to drown out their voices
More Jagerbombs, more Jagerbombs
I don't know how much more I can take
Isn't this supposed to be a loving and joyous time?
Why chose now to compare me to my brothers?
More Jagerbombs, more Jagerbombs
I'm getting desperate enough to eat spiked fruitcake
More Jagerbombs, more Jagerbombs
It's depressing enough
I'm broke and have no money
Now I have to spend the whole damn evening
Explaining why I'm alone again
At Christmastime
More Jagerbombs, more Jagerbombs
Let some Red Bull and that spiced liquor
Put me out of my misery
*This little parody is meant to be funny, not as an indictment of my sister's treatment of me at Christmas...hell, this goes on year 'round
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