You sit to write a song, you look bored. You get up and wander around the ol’ domicile, you get ideas. Are they any good? Who knows!
Where Do You Store Your Ornaments?
After college I moved out with second hand stuff, Never seemed to have food or plates or chairs enough, But as the years grew long my shelves weren't up to snuff: All my Christmas decorations jammed up my hutch. [chorus] The bulbs were crowded so they cracked, The balls didn't last in a stack. Fit that stuff in a box out back Which molded 'til it all turned black. Then I married and my decorations doubled; So drew up some blueprints to construct a new shed. Then kids started bringing home handmade junk misspelled... We got taller trees, but were in over our heads. [chorus] Nutcrackers crowded 'til they cracked, Candles didn't last in a stack. Now so many boxes're out back Moving them makes a heart attack. Well, we never slowed up but collected beyond Enough stuff to bejewel Godzilla AND King Kong. Once we've our halls and gay apparel all re-donned, We keep Christmas alive and displayed: All. Year. Long. [chorus] Garlands amassed until WE cracked, The wreaths devour'd money stacks, But here you know where you are at-- Pull up a sleigh and wear a Santa hat!
NOT based on a true story, God no. But, a family number? Kidsong? Not sure about that. Maybe grunge, or at least garage, would bring out the pissiness.