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In the first hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Our car is up in a tree

In the second hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree

In the third hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree

In the forth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
There's four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree

In the fifth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car's up in a tree

In the sixth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the seventh hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the eighth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the ninth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the tenth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the eleventh hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Eleven times I’ve told you
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

In the twelfth hour of the new year
My wife she said to me
Twelve years is too long
Eleven times I’ve told you
Ten people are passed out
Nine guest were arrested
Eight cops came calling
Seven guest are missing
Six guest are streaking
Five more guest showed
Four windows broken
Three guest are puking
Two neighbors are complaining
And our car’s up in a tree

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