[ Featuring the Interstate All-Stars ]
Maybe they'll let me kiss you in June
If y'all don't stay at home, it won't be that soon
If you need me, you can find me In my room on the zoom
Maybe they'll let me kiss you in July
We'll make our own fireworks clear up to the sky
But it's all just a lie as August rides by
Maybe they'll let me kiss you in September
Or when the only masks we need to wear in October
Are werewolves, or Star Wars, ghosts, ghouls, goblins
Lions, tigers, bears, oh my, a sexy kitty or the classic, Jimmy Carter
Maybe they'll let me hold you in November
When you're down on your knees cryin' after the vote
Oh no, is that all she wrote? Oh lord, is that a scratch in my throat?
Oh no, no, no
Hey Donny, can you get me a test?
Maybe they'll let me kiss you in December
Under mistletoe, ho, ho, ho, we go: Fa la la la la la la la la, yeah
Or maybe the next week at Twenty's last midnight
Singin' Auld Lang Syne out this window of mine
And after all that time will I still be here by myself?
All that's left to do is drink to your health outta one of a million
Empty champagne glasses left on the shelf
Stay at home, baby
