Happy New Year A

It's still winter, it's still cold
 And so in honor of the one week anniversary of this
 Auspicious occasion, we celebrate the only way we know how
 We try to break back in
 How long 'til next year?
 Three and half minutes
 I'm giving up my vices
 I'm going back, back to school
 Eviction or not
 This week's been so hot
 As long as I've got you, I know I'll be cool
 I couldn't crack the love code, dear
 'Til you made the lock on my heart explode
 It's gonna be a Happy New Year
 A Happy New Year
 Coast is clear
 You're supposed to be working
 That's for midnight
 Where are they?
 There isn't much time
 Maybe they're dressing
 I mean what does one wear that's apropos
 For a party, that's also a crime?
 Chips, anyone?
 You can take the girl out of Jersey
 But you can't take the Jersey out of the girl
 My riot got you on TV
 I deserve a royalty
 Be nice, you two
 Or no god awful champagne
 Don't mind if I do
 No luck
 Bolted plywood, padlocked with a chain
 A total dead end
 Just like my ex-girlfriend
 Honey, I know you're there
 Please pick up the phone
 Are you okay?
 It's not funny
 It's not fair
 How can I atone?
 Are you okay?
 I lose control
 But I can learn to be good
 Give me one more chance
 And I'll do what I should
 I'll kiss your Doc Martens
 Let me kiss your Doc Martens
 Do everything you wish I would
 That sounds okay
 Down, girl
 Heel, stay
 I did a bit of research
 With my friends at legal aid
 Technically, you're squatters
 There's hope
 But just in case
 Rope!
 We can hoist a line
 To the fire escape
 In the back, and tie off at
 There's a bench!
 I can't take them as chums
 Start hoisting, wench
 Last week I wanted just to disappear
 My life was dust
 But now it just may be a Happy New Year
 A Happy New Year
 Bond, James Bond
 And Pussy Galore in person
 Pussy, you came prepared
 I was a boy scout once
 And a brownie
 'Til some brat got scared
 Aha, Moneypenny, my martini!
 Will bad champagne do?
 That's shaken, not stirred
 Pussy, the bolts
 Just say the word
 Two minutes left to execute our plan
 Where's everyone else?
 Playing Spiderman
 Ironic close up: tight
 On the phone machine's red light
 'Cause while we were locked out
 Benny had the power turned back on