I met your sister when I was ten
I met your gramma when I was twelve
Hell, I was a better son to your mother
Went out of my way to make sure I never bothered her
Which is more than you can say, so when I went away
You tried to put the blame on me, but it didn't stick
And darling it's ok, 'cause I love to play this game
Of who's more passive-agressive

Ooh, ooh, you might think I'ma bitch
Uh, huh, I'm okay with it
'Cause I'm the ex your mom brings to Christmas
I'm the one who gets the best prеsents
From your favorite great aunt
I lovе the fact you can't stand
I'm the ex your mom brings to Christmas
I'm the one who gets the best presents

Fa, la, la, la, la
Fa, la, la, la, la