Friday Night At the Kesting's
Dashing through the house with a flashlight in my hand...
Why I still take Ambien I still don't understand.
And every Friday night the police are always here...
And when I jump off the roof they all stand and cheer.
Oh, Jingle Bells, shot gun shells they have me in a coup...
They're trying to get me better by feeding me Grandma's
chicken soup.
Friday night at our house is the neighborhoods favorite
time of the week
Around midnight everyone comes out side just to take a peek.
The mayor of our city wants me to get my life in hand...
But he doesn't take Ambien so he'll never understand.
Oh, Jingle Bells, shot gun shells they have me in a coup...
They're trying to get me better by feeding me Grandma's
chicken soup.
If you're ever in the neighborhood on a Friday night, I know
a great place to be...
And that funny looking guy dashing with a flashlight will probably
be me.
TK<>
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