T'was the day after Christmas, I was on my way home
When I made a pit-stop, to say goodbye to my beau.
I drug my feet, I wasn't ready to leave
So I hung around and watched some TV.
By the time I left and made it to "Fred"
It was dark outside, and I was ready for bed.
But my car was full of bags, gifts and clean clothes
So there was much do before I could lay down and doze.