This Ain't New Jersey

Smith And Burrows - This Aint New Jersey


I aint laughing
I didnt 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锘Claus is coming, but I dont care what the song says
Thats never gonna sound quite right.
And this aint 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 were in, but its Christmas, my dear.
And workmen quit锘the roads as the barman quits his tea,
Hes praying that the storm will ease up over London.
He knows he shouldnt drive, hed be sleeping in his car
And that just aint 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,
Its a wonderful life, youve seen it a hundred times,
But you dont get bored,
you dont get bored, you dont get bored
Eleven thirty, Christmas eve turning into Christmas day.
I ask you how youre feeling,
You answer Im aging,
I remember what I need to say

Im 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 Im glad the storm has trapped me here,
With you.

And as workmen quit the roads, the barman quits his tea,
Hes praying that the storm will ease up over London.
He knows he shouldnt drive, hed be sleeping in his锘car
And that just aint no good

The floorboards of the pub , they锘just buckle with our love,
Cause when we fight I love you more.
Like your favorite film,
Its a wonderful life, youve seen it a thousand times,
But you dont get bored,
you dont get bored, no you dont get bored
Still those same old songs, fill the air,
We drink, we sing, what a state were in.
Heres to another year.