Two old rock stars met up for a drink at lunchtime on Christmas Eve.

One says. "How old is that son of your now? 18? 20?"

"Don't talk to me about that waster. He just does drink and drugs all day. If he leaves the house at all, he's either going to see his dealer or down to the pub. When I was his age, all my time was spent practicing the guitar, writing songs, making demos, trying to get gigs for the band."

"So what have you got him for Christmas?"

"Nothing! I'm paying for him to go into rehab – that will have to be his present."

"Oh come on, man, you've got to give him something; Wrap up something for him."

"Hmm.. I'll think about it.

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On Christmas Day, the son comes downstairs eventually and his dad switches on a backing track and goes straight into:-
"♫ You're going to a spa –♫
♫ It's the way you are –♫
♫ This has gone too far –♫
♫ It's beyond bizarre -♫
♫ Your problem with the jar –♫
♫ Your problem with the drink –♫
♫ You've got to see a shrink –♫
♫ To change the way you think –♫
♫ To change the way you stink –♫ "

And he went on in this manner for some considerable time…