You don't defend your conversation
My words require your constipation
Squeal and squirm at the tip of my thumb
But I'll take the punches as they come
Wind up!
You little Christmas Ham
Bend me over backwards, turn me 'round and kick my can
I tell your mom I'm gonna treat you right
I make you a meatloaf every Saturday night
I feel these walls they're closing in fast
Don't shake the tree you're gonna break the glass
Wind up!
You little Christmas Ham
Bend me over backwards, turn me 'round and kick my can
And I know that this can't be true love
Cause I'm tied to your big caboose
Wind up!
You little Christmas Ham
Bend me over backwards, turn me 'round and kick my can
Wind up!
You little Christmas Ham
Bend me over backwards, turn me 'round and kick my can
