Rage With My Friends

[Verse 1]
It’s Christmas time. Still Bloated from Thanksgiving
And time is quick, so I want to hang with the living
It’s Christmas time. I don’t care if it’s a white one
If my friends are there, this Christmas will be the right one

[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends

[Verse 2]
I don’t want some big old honking present
And I don’t want turtle doves, calling birds or pheasants
And I don’t want the uncle that gave me the blender
But what I want is for my friends to rage together, yeah!

[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends, yeah

[Bridge]
Dear Santa, what I want for Christmas is not so much a gift, as it is a gathering. I want to get all my friends together, same time, same place. We got it from there. Oh, take it easy on Stewart this year. Thank you, Santa. I believe

Oh Ho Ho Ho. Looks like I got a letter here from a boy named Travis who wants to rage with his friends. You know, Travis, we can do that with a majestic majesty of song. And they'll be here during the next chorus. Until then, enjoy some of tasty licks to take you to the bridge. Oh Ho Ho Ho

[Chorus]
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends
All I want for Christmas is to rage with my friends, yeah