The moon is crooked
And I am shook up now
She's been swept up
So I'll smell your curls for now
She's not moving
No, she's too groovy now

December's sweating don't sweat at all
I'll dance with the doe paws or dance with the hawks

The seasonal drunkard
Takes his thumpers home
And he's been shaky
But he can't shake her now
Tell him I love you
Tell him I said so now

December's sweating don't sweat at all
I'll dance with the doe paws or dance with the hawks

So what's to be done when thеre's nothing to do
I'm too hard up to get drunk and strung out on you
So what's to be donе when there's nothing to do
I will sit in my basement perfectly blue