Merry Christmas Kiss My Ass

	  		D                   A 
They told me I was lucky,  
Bm                      G 
To have my chance with you.  
D                       A 
Now last year's summer romance,  
Bm                      G 
Is this year's winter blues. 
D                  A 
I treated you so nicely,  
Bm                G 
To jewelery and champagne.  
D                       A 
But you left me empty handed, yeah,  
Bm                   G  
You left me feeling play- ay ay - ed. 

    D               A 
Now I hope you're happy with yourself 
        Bm          G 
'Cause I'm not laughing 
                      D 
Don't you think it's kind of 
A                        Bm    G 
Crappy what you did this holiday? 
        D 
When I gave you my heart,  
      A 
You ripped it apart 
      Bm             G 
Like wrapping paper trash. 
      D 
So I wrote you a song 
           A                     Bm 
Hope that you sing along and it goes,  
                   G 
"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass." 

D                        A 
They say I'm losing my mind,  
Bm                     G 
I thought that for a while. 
D                   A 
I teared down decorations,  
      Bm                 G 
They remind me of your smile. 
D               A 
I hate that mistletoe,  
         Bm                     G 
It makes me think of our first kiss. 
     D                A 
You bit my lip, you pulled me close,  
          Bm               G / let it ring 
Then you taught me how to quit. 

   D               A 
Now I hope you're happy with yourself 
        Bm          G 
'Cause I'm not laughing 
                      D 
Don't you think it's kind of 
A                        Bm    G 
Crappy what you did this holiday? 
        D 
When I gave you my heart,  
      A 
You ripped it apart 
      Bm             G 
Like wrapping paper trash. 
      D 
So I wrote you a song 
           A                     Bm 
Hope that you sing along and it goes,  
                   G 
"Merry Christmas, kiss my ass." 

Bm 
So sick of calling,  
     G 
You won't telephone me. 
     D                        A 
No, f**k you, girl I'm going out.  
Bm 
I gave you my all,  
         G 
But our love hit a wall,  
      D                         A 
Now, I'm jingle belling and everyone's yelling 
       Bm                          G 
We'll drink 'til the bars shut us down. 
 D                       A 
Ain't that just what Christmas is all about? 


  D               A 
Now I hope you're happy with yourself 
        Bm          G 
'Cause I'm not laughing 
                     D         A  
Don't you think it's so damn trashy 
                  Bm    G 
What you did this holiday?  
   D 
I gave you my heart,  
      A 
You ripped it apart 
      Bm             G 
Like wrapping paper trash. 
      D 
So I wrote you a song 
           A 
Hope that you sing along,  
         Bm 
Here it goes,