This Ain’t New Jersey - Smith

This Ain't New Jersey - Smith And Burrows
I ain't laughing
I didn't hear the joke anyway
I got my fingers on the window
As the snow makes this a prison
Tomorrow will be Christmas Day
I took you drinking
To say the things that I needed to say
You drank me under the table like you always do
And the radio just plays away
Those same old songs
Every single year
We drink we sing
And I forgete the things that I need you to hear
And we argue
As the snow seals us in for the night
You say Santa Claus is coming
But I don't care what the song says
That's never gonna sound quite right
And this ain't New Jersey
Father Christmas is comin' to town
You throw your drink in my face
Throw that look in my direction
And the radio plays on and on
Those same old songs
Every single year
We drink we sing what a state we're in
But it's Christmas my dear
And workmen quit the roads as the barman quits his tea
He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
He knows he shouldn't drive he'd be sleeping in his car
And that just ain't no good
The floorboards of the pub they just buckle with our love
Cause when we fight I love you more
Like your favorite film
It's a wonderful life you've seen it a hundred times
But you don't get bored
You don't get bored you don't get bored
Eleven thirty Christmas eve turning into Christmas day
I ask you how you're feeling
You answer 'I'm aging'
I remember what I need to say
I'm Jimmy Stewart in that film that you hold so dear
I may have had a bit to drink
I may have done some dumb things
But I'm glad the storm has trapped me here
With you
And as workmen quit the roads the barman quits his tea
He's praying that the storm will ease up over London
He knows he shouldn't drive he'd be sleeping in his car
And that just ain't no good
The floorboards of the pub they just buckle with our love
Cause when we fight I love you more
Like your favorite film
It's a wonderful life you've seen it a thousand times
But you don't get bored
You don't get bored no you don't get bored
Still those same old songs fill the air
We drink we sing what a state we're in
Here's to another year