Holidays Whoopee

Holidays are all the same Three days off No one to blame All day long you sit alone Waiting by the friggin phone Families no longer there Others really just don't care You wonder where your friends all go They clearly don't want you in tow Paraders all march down the street Later on they'll meet to eat For you there's really nothing finer Then sitting at the local diner Other folks just talk and eat A counter seat is just your treat Finished with some lousy sweet Thankfully there comes the night Another day just out of sight Better check the next big date Just another day to hate