Mott the Hoople
Sweet Jane
A Christmas Poem by Mott
Twas the night before Christmas.
With no one in sight.
So I called up my sweetheart,
And said “Let’s get hammered tonight.”
So we met at the bar
And drank Whisky and Wine,
And told Christmas Stories,
Till we ran out of time.
As the clock struck midnight,
And we had our last drink.
My sweetheart sighed sadly,
And I started to think
“Sweetheart we shouldn’t have drank so much!
We wasted our time
and now we are sunk.”
“Just look across the bar
and see those two drunks?
In another ten years that will be us!”
My sweetheart just smiled
and said with some wit.
“Mott that’s a mirror,
you total dipshit.”
Twas the night before Christmas.
With no one in sight.
So I called up my sweetheart,
And said “Let’s get hammered tonight.”
So we met at the bar
And drank Whisky and Wine,
And told Christmas Stories,
Till we ran out of time.
As the clock struck midnight,
And we had our last drink.
My sweetheart sighed sadly,
And I started to think
“Sweetheart we shouldn’t have drank so much!
We wasted our time
and now we are sunk.”
“Just look across the bar
and see those two drunks?
In another ten years that will be us!”
My sweetheart just smiled
and said with some wit.
“Mott that’s a mirror,
you total dipshit.”
Go Bucks!