(to the tune of "Jingle Bells")
words - Marcel DeClercq
Ativan
Ativan
Atta girl, you go
Take a chill pill everyday
Lest you go insane, hey!
Stop yer cryin'
Drink more wine
And beer and whiskey, too
Once you're tranked
Or mildly tanked
Your troubles melt away.
Dashing through the blow
Cocaine all the way
Oh what fun it is to ride
In a souped-up Chevrolet
Bell's High-Octane Ale
Gets you fookin' tight
What fun it is to smoke a joint
And get ripped every night!
Oh, Ativan, Ativan, trankers all the way
Oh what fun it is to chill
'Til your troubles melt away!
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