Late Great Snowball Fight Of 2006

(álbum: Punk Rawk Christmas - 2009)

It started on a Monday, or maybe it was Sunday
The smell started coming down
It didn't stop to ask us
If we wanted all this white stuff on the ground
Watch out my daughter got a snowball in the head
So now it's war and all the neighborhood kids are dead

It's the late, great snowball fight of 2006
It's all been war outside my door and I've got my bag of tricks
And it's full of snowballs

I didn't have my gloves on
Fingers started freezing
I'm not quite ready for this
But then I started throwing
I finally got it going
My fast balls couldn't miss
You best be thinking twice
Don't mess with me I've gotta go
Because I don't play nice, I'll make you eat yellow snow

It's the late, great snowball fight of 2006
It's all been war outside my door and I've got my bag of tricks
And it's full of snowballs
Full of snow balls

The urinater, he's throwing balls
Tommy Gunn, he's throwing balls
The leprechaun always throwing balls
Gummy Richard is throwing balls
Tommy Rat, he's throwing balls
Stevie B, he's throwing balls
All the kids are throwing balls
On the eight farm, I'm throwing balls

It's Christmas time again
And we all say
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah