Shake Your Tinsel Tits - ZM's Bree & Clint's Christmas Song
00:00Oh my God, it's spring andMerry Christmas.Woo-hooPick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.Brick's on a gift set for your brother every single year.Mom does all the work time supervising with a beer.Backyard cricket drama, cause someone got more hits.Auntie's broccoli salad, she brings it every year.
00:23Family food coma snoring loudly in your ear.Pickles in the grass, gas bottles empty again.If your year has been in the air has been in the air.has been in the pits, come on, come on, everyone, shake your tinsletes.Shake your tinsletes, shake your tins, shake them, shake them, shake your tinsletes, shakeshake your tins, shake your tins, shake him, shake him, shake your tinsletons.Ladovers for weeks, Ambrosia for Brecki, uncle's watching the cricket and he's out cold already.An hour in the car park just trying to get home.
00:53Dad's picking up, rapping like a man in the zone.Auntie's singing, red, replying when the kids go to bed.and half of invocagulls at the Waikkiwi pub for jelly wrestling instead?Water flies, bridge jumps, prickles in the lawn.Always one family member that's absolutely gone.Dream might be crispy, lunch might be chaos,but that's a Kiwi Christmas, come on and sing with us.Shake your tinsletes, shake your tins, shake your tins, shake you, shake your tinkle tans, shake you, shake your tinkle tans,
01:21shake your tinkle dance, shake your tinkle dance, shake it, shake your tinkle tins.So here's to the madness, the mess and the cheer from bringMerry Christmas, now let's have a beer.Hey, cheers, mate.Hey, cheers to us.Oh, that's good, yeah.It's good shit.
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