On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider/
I party at Patty’s, eat chicken and rice/
I don’t give a damn cause of the cider./
Our talking starts low but proceeds louder
The discussion is critical, yet nice
On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider.
Dog Willy is a constant invader
Dear dog who wants to hump we don’t entice
I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.
Patty’s story about her weed eater
Is a metaphor for Jesus Christ
On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider.
So many plants, hardly a single spider
I was only bitten once or twice
I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.
When a taxi refuses this rider
At this late hour grimy bus will suffice
On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider
I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.