It's finally here - the night of the year;
come inside for festive cheer.
Music playing, party hum,
stomach's churning - "What's to come?"
I'll settle down when I've been served -
won't be feeling so reserved.
As I turn my eyes above,
I get to see the sight I love.
Oh, my...
Pretty women in fine voice,
fit young men, if that's your choice,
but as I upward lift my eyes,
I know where my talent lies.
Like sacrifices, held in place -
slaves to non-existent grace.
Found a corner, taking stock;
still two hours 'til 12 o'clock.
DJ's making crazy sounds;
happy atmosphere abounds.
Two girls dancing by the tree -
does either of them think like me?
Time to gather for the chime;
almost time for "Auld Lang Syne".
Hands perversely beckoning;
it's the time of reckoning!
New year's dawning gets relayed;
see the beautiful cascade.
People grabbing what they're after;
night's alive with shrieks and laughter.
Then the festive bangs begin
to make a nice and naughty din.
Women glancing to the ground -
stepping on the things they've found.
Fingers crush their fragile prey;
rev'llers boisterously play.
People gaily greet their friends
with wishes for what 'morrow sends.
Soon we'll all be on our way -
another year, another day.
Ears a-ringing, sounds a-mix;
tonight I've really had my fix!
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 3:17 PM UTC
It's finally here - the night of the year;
come inside for festive cheer.
Music playing, party hum,
stomach's churning - "What's to come?"
I'll settle down when I've been served -
won't be feeling so reserved.
As I turn my eyes above,
I get to see the sight I love.
Oh, my...
Pretty women in fine voice,
fit young men, if that's your choice,
but as I upward lift my eyes,
I know where my talent lies.
Like sacrifices, held in place -
slaves to non-existent grace.
Found a corner, taking stock;
still two hours 'til 12 o'clock.
DJ's making crazy sounds;
happy atmosphere abounds.
Two girls dancing by the tree -
does either of them think like me?
Time to gather for the chime;
almost time for "Auld Lang Syne".
Hands perversely beckoning;
it's the time of reckoning!
New year's dawning gets relayed;
see the beautiful cascade.
People grabbing what they're after;
night's alive with shrieks and laughter.
Then the festive bangs begin
to make a nice and naughty din.
Women glancing to the ground -
stepping on the things they've found.
Fingers crush their fragile prey;
rev'llers boisterously play.
People gaily greet their friends
with wishes for what 'morrow sends.
Soon we'll all be on our way -
another year, another day.
Ears a-ringing, sounds a-mix;
tonight I've really had my fix!