Christmas in Milwaukee

Troubled water
I've got six feet in my house
Baby daughter
With goldfish in her mouth
Got your letter
You want a Christmas in Milwaukee

I've got trouble enough
I've got trouble enough

Bells are ringing
I've been drinking all my cheer
Fill the tumbler
When the spirit's cold in here
If I'm the good one
Brother it's by default
The folks in their graves

Have been doing summersaults

I've got trouble enough
I've got trouble enough

Chevy Nova
Rusted out underneath
They broke the window
Took the radio & wreath
Drove the long way
Just listening to the breeze

I've got trouble enough
I've got trouble enough
I've got trouble enough
I've got trouble enough