Christmas in Oakland

It's Christmas in Oakland
I don't feel a thing
Rode bikes to the Chevron
For Chesterfield Kings
The smoke in our eyes
As we ride how it stings
What tidings we bring

It's Christmas in Oakland
& warm as spring
Snuck into the movies
With tall boys to drink
Asleep half an hour
Into some awful thing
& dreaming

It's Christmas in Oakland
No carolers sing
The whole town's desserted
Gingerbread housing
We're Saint Nicks with buckets
& bells to ring
What tidings we bring

On Christmas in Oakland
We had a fling
You looked like an angel
Who'd lost its wings
With stars in our eyes
Lying on mattress springs
We were beaming