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Many of us will be missing our families this year, but few of us will be missing a cross-country drive to see them. This song is for the drivers, and the subtext behind the swears is this: you are traffic.

Go easy out there.

LYRICS

I’m driving home for Christmas
Oh, and I hope that they’re all OK
I’m driving home for Christmas
Yeah
Get the fuck out of my way

And it’s plain to see
You got your licence
From a licensee

Or maybe the bin
Like your silly car
Driving home for Christmas

Yes, do take your time
We’ll all get there

Back to back hot ballsacks
Oh, I got red cracks all around
But soon there’ll be a lay-by
Yeah
To cool my genitals back down
But we’re stuck right here
Like Friends we’re moving
In second gear
You’re far too near me!
Jerk!
Learn to drive a car!
You’re driving home for Christmas
I’ll be home it time for Christmas
Or if not, then New Years Eve

I take look at this moron next to me
He looks insane
He looks insane

End to end with arseholes
Oh, I got red mist all around
We’re driving home for Christmas
Yeah
It’s a fucking battleground
So I shout ‘fuck you!’
Though you can’t hear me
You’re shouting too
You’re far too near me!
Twat!
Do you own the road?
You’re driving home for Christmas
I’ll be home it time for Christmas
If not, maybe January

There’s a jerk sitting here next to me
He looks insane
He’s driving home, driving home
Driving home for Christmas

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