paroles de chanson The Ballad Of Mrs. C (she's sick of the beard) - Crowder

She's so sick of the beard
She's missing her man
And that sweet face he has under there
Hasn't see it in years
She's so sick of the beard

She's so sick of the cold
Sick of carols and sleigh bells
And waking up under that reindeer's nose
It's getting kinda old
She's so sick of the cold

'Cause it's always ho, ho, ho
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
It's Christmas all year
Yeah she's tired of his crazy career
And she's sick of the beard
She's sick of the beard

She's so sick of the clothes
Elves wearing red, green, and white
Or anything with a bow
Tiny shoes and pointy toes
She's so sick of the clothes oh, oh

'Cause it's always ho, ho, ho
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
It's Christmas all year
Yeah she's tired of his crazy career
And she's sick of the beard (fa la la la, fa la la la)
So sick of the beard oh yeah

(Fa la la la, fa la la la, fa la la la la)
(Fa la la la, fa la la la, fa la la la la)

He was so glad to be home
So he found him a razor
And walked out looking twenty years old
Then he gassed up the sleigh
Said "Honey, where you wanna go?"
She said "Mexico"

'Cause it's always ho, ho, ho
Up here in the Northern Pole
Had enough Christmas cheer
Let's get outta here
Don't worry kids, he'll be back next year
And so will the beard

(Fa la la la, fa la la la, see you next year!)
(Fa la la la) Merry Christmas, merry Christmas (Happy new beard!)
He'll be here next year
(Fa la la la, fa la la la) Merry Christmas, merry Christmas
(Fa la la la, fa la la la, happy new beard!) Happy new beard