B F# G#m F# She walks down the stairs, feeling herself E F# Lookin' like she just won a court case B F# G#m F# He's got a funny way of using the same E Four chords for every song he makes B F# G#m F# He's called Bill and he plays with words E Like a skill, yeah he's pretty great B F# G#m F# E F# He said his official friend died 'cause of a officiate Yeah, she's called Hannah and she plays the Joanna Grade eight but she's got no soul John's obsessed with fat ass and he's ten years old Oh, Dad's an Otis Redding at a wedding type guy With the best voice you ever heard He said, "Give me a date I can work on, my heart hurts" Chorus: B F# G#m F# E F# I get home on the 23rd E F# B F# G#m F# E I'll drive up on the 23rd And I bumped into Julie in the co-op She asked how the family's been I said "Alex is a sculptor and Olivia's been a vegan since ten While Vin wears dresses while Debbie coalesces in a fleece that doesn't work And I'll be givin' my chair to my mum 'cause her back hurts" Chorus: I get home on the twenty-third Yeah, I drive up on the twenty-third (Yeah, yeah) B F# G#m F# Now mum's not a fan of that line about her back E F# E F# She said it makes her sound frumpy and old B F# G#m F# E F# E F# I said, "Woman, you are sixty-four years old" Now, stop the percussion, I wanna have a discussion And it's Christmas so this is gonna be a nightmare I just came for the stuffin', not to argue about nothin' Mark my words Chorus: I'll be home on the twenty-third Yeah, I drive up on the twenty-third (Yeah, I come home on the twenty-third) | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsE F# G#m B |