Bob's Christmas Collection: Part 2
Bob
OH LADY DI
(Tune: Oh Christmas Tree)
Oh Lady Di, Oh Lady Di,
I see thy future failing.
Oh Lady Di, Oh Lady Di,
Thy social image's ailing.
You married when, you were a child,
You should be cool, yet you are wild;
Oh Lady Di, Oh Lady diiiiii
Your bills, Chuck still is paying.
Oh Prince Chuckie, Oh Prince Chuckie.
Fret not, your ears aren't homely.
Oh Prince Chuckie, Oh Prince Chuckie.
I doubt that you'll be lonely.
With women all around thee mate,
While you were married, you liked to date.
Oh Prince Chuckie, Oh Prince Chuckieeeee...
You won't be king, I'm sorry.
Oh Dutchess Ferg, oh Dutchess Ferg,
I never really liked you.
Oh Dutchess Ferg, oh large ice-berg,
You're now ex-dutchess, boo-hoo.
You take your top off with your kids,
You date more men than Madonna did.
Oh Sara Ferg, oh Sara Ferg,
Whatever will you now do?
Oh Prince Andy, Oh Prince Andy,
You should have waited longer...
Oh Prince Andy, Oh Prince Andy,
Of porn stars you were fonder.
Life could be worse, from this point look,
At least your wife didn't write a book.
Oh Prince Andy, Oh Prince Andeeeee...
Although she's bigger, is she stronger?
Oh Princess Anne, Oh Princess Anne,
Why was your wedding tiny?
Oh Princess Anne, Oh Princess Anne,
You've got your man now finally! (?)
One's not enough, you need some more,
Perhaps you found your first a bore.
Oh Princess Anne, Oh Princess Anne,
The tabloids do not like thee.
Oh Queen Eliz, Oh Queen Eliz,
Your life must be quite shoddy.
Oh Queen Eliz, Oh Queen Eliz,
Your kids are most ungodly.
Your reign supreme, could be at end,
The British are not your best friend.
Oh Queen Eliz, Oh Queen Eliz....
How like thee taxes?
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OH KENNEDY
(Tune: "Oh Christmas Tree")
Oh Kennedy, Oh Kennedy,
Clan of fornication.
If it be a girl he sees,
His pants are at half-station.
It matters not, of whom we talk
They're all the same, chips off a block.
Oh Kennedy, oh Kennedy
Skirts you're always chasing.
==
(Tune: "Deck The Halls")
Deck the halls with gasoline
Fa la la la la la la la la
Light a match and watch it gleam
Fa la la la la la la la la la
Watch your school burn to ashes
Fa la la la la la la la la
Aren't You glad you played with matches
Fa la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaa
==
(Tune: "Deck The Halls")
Deck us all with Boston Charlie,
Walla walla, Wash., an' Kalamazoo!
Nora's freezin' on the trolley,
Swaller dollar cauliflower alley'garoo!
Don't we know archaic barrel,
Lullaby lilla boy, Louisville Lou?
Trolley Molly don't love Harold,
Boola boola Pansacoola hullabaloo!
Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Polly wolly cracker n' too-da-loo!
Donkey Bonny brays a carol,
Antelope Cantaloup, 'lope with you!
Hunky Dory's pop is lolly gaggin' on the wagon,
Willy, folly go through!
Chollie's collie barks at Barrow,
Harum scarum five alarum bung-a-loo!
Duck us all in bowls of barley,
Hinky dinky dink an' polly voo!
Chilly Filly's name is Chollie,
Chollie Filly's jolly chilly view halloo!
Bark us all bow-wows of folly,
Double-bubble, toyland trouble! Woof,Woof, Woof!
Tizzy seas on melon collie!
Dibble-dabble, scribble-scrabble! Goof, Goof, Goof!
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WRECK THE MALLS - from Bob Rivers' Twisted Christmas
(Tune: Deck The Halls)
Wreck the Malls this Christmas Seasons
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la;
You don't need to have a reason
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la;
Tamper with their P A System
Fa-la-la, La-la-la, La-la-la;
something something something something
Fa-la-la-la-la, La-la-la-la.
==
(Tune: Deck The Halls)
Deck the malls this Christmas season,
fa la la la la, la la la la
Blow your cash for no good reason,
fa la la la la, la la la la
Push your charge card to it's limit
fa la la, la la la, la la la
Your check book now has nothing in it.
fa la la la la, la la la la.
==
DECK THE HALLS -- P.C. VERSION
(Tune: Deck The Halls)
Deck the halls with boughs of non-endangered plant species
Fa la la la la, la la la la
'Tis the season to be self-actualizing,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Don we now our alternate-lifestyle apparel
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Toll the ancient non-denominational-winter-solstice-holiday carol
Fa la la la la, la la la la
See the blazing log of non-denominational-winter-solstice-holiday-non-
endangered wood before us,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Play the harp without unnecessary brutality and join the chorus
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Sing we emotionally stable in a collective group effort,
Fa la la la la la la la la
Heedless of the weather patterns despite the effects of global warming,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
Fast away the mature year passes
Fa la la la la la la la la
Hail the new year without any implicit ageism, ye persons
Fa la la la la la la la la
Dance in a non-hierarchical manner in merry measure,
Fa la la la la la la la la
While I tell of non-materialistic, non-denominational-winter-solstice-holiday
treasure,
Fa la la la la, la la la la
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DONDE ESTA PAPA -- by D M Goldstein 1984
(Tune: Feliz Navidad)
Police got my Dad, Police got my Dad,
Police got my Dad and now he's rotting in County Jail.
Police got my Dad, Police got my Dad,
And they'll deport him if my mother can't make his bail.
(Chorus:)
I want to wish you a Merry Christmas,
I want to wish you a Merry Christmas,
I want to wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my cell.
(repeat.)
(alternate first verse:)
Donde esta Papa? Donde esta Papa?
Donde esta Papa? Papa no esta aqui.
(repeat.)
==
THE RESTROOM DOOR SAID "GENTLEMEN" - from Bob Rivers' "Twisted Christmas"
(Tune: God Rest Ye, Merry Gentlemen)
The restroom door said "Gentlemen,"
so I just walked inside.
I took two scents and realized
I was taken for a ride.
I heard high voices, turned and found
the place was occupied,
By two nuns, three old ladies and a nurse.
What could be worse?
Than two nuns, three old ladies and a nurse.
The restroom door said "Gentlemen,"
it must have been a gag.
As soon as I walked in there,
I ran into some old hag.
She sprayed me with a can of mace
and sacked me with her bag.
I could tell this just wouldn't be my day.
What could I say?
It just wasn't turning out to be my day.
The restroom door said "Gentlemen,"
and I would like to find,
The crummy little creep(?) who had
the nerve to switch the sign.
Cause I've got two black eyes
and one high-heel up my behind.
Now I can't sit with comfort and joy.
Boy, oh boy.
No, I'll never sit with comfort and joy.
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WE THOUGHT THEY ALL WERE GENTLEMEN - by the NJ Editorial Minstrel
[from the collection: "Is New Jersey Revolting?" (c) copyright 1991,92]
(Tune: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen )
We thought they all were Gentlemen
when we elected them
It seems to not have mattered
if Republican or Dem'
Their platforms told of good things
they'd do when they got their say.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
Such a dumb ploy!
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
It seems that they were Gentlemen
although bi-partisan.
They'd sometimes act like elephants
and sometimes like an ass.
It seems that when they talk aloud
they just say something crass.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
Such a dumb ploy!
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
They said they all were Gentlemen.
It seems there was no pick.
We all remember what they said
was filled with rhetoric.
They'd save us all from tax increase,
and drive our fears away.
Oh how did we all fall for this dumb ploy.
What a dumb ploy!
Oh how ever did we fall for this dumb ploy.
It seemed that they were Gentlemen
though party lines supplant.
It seems that their slow motions
often were like el-e-phants.
Or then to show their other side,
they'd act like a jack-ass.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
Partisan noise.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy.
We thought they were all Gentlemen
So why am I dismayed?
You should just hear the way they boast
before election day.
They'll help with our insurance fees
and drop the J.U.A.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy?
Oh boy oh boy!
Yes we really have been taken by this ploy.
Our Gov'ner said just give me time;
You voters are confused.
I don't see any tax revolt,
He said to those at Duke.
The voters sent a message
Bradley nearly got the boot.
Oh we will not be taken by that ploy.
Not by that ploy!
We no longer will be taken by that ploy.
The Gov'ner tried to patch things up
a fair insurance bill.
The JUA now MTF,
but works the same way still.
The fees now re-dis-tri-buted
keep escalating still.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy?
Oh boy oh boy!
Yes we really have been taken by this ploy.
The education funding plan
has been re-vis-it-ed.
They took some back for tax relief,
home owners weren't amused.
New education programs were
then left a bit confused.
Oh how could we have fallen for this ploy?
Oh boy oh boy!
Yes we really have been taken by this ploy.
State bonds were rated triple "A";
but that they're gonna loose.
The budget seems quite tipsy,
cash flow needed... real soon.
They sold off some state highway miles,
THE BANKER'S WEREN'T AMUSED.
Oh I don't think they've fallen for that ploy.
Bond rate destroyed.
No it seems they were not taken by that ploy.
State budget mess, I must confess
remains a hot issue.
If Lame Ducks take their Tax Bills back
the budget will be skewed.
The deficit will raise again.
The voters once more screwed.
Oh, how could we be taken by that ploy
Lame Ducks, Oh boy!
Oh, how could we have been taken by that ploy.
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WE'LL TAKE THOSE GUNS FROM CITIZENS - By The NJ Editorial Minstrel
[(c) copyright 1992]
[Tune: God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen]
The streets unsafe, police did state.
We need to form a plan.
We'll legislate in NJ state;
Assault weapons to ban.
To dis-arm all the citizens
the bill did so demand.
Bill of Rights promise seems to be ignored.
That was de-plored.
Bill of Rights abridgment seeming to unfold.
We'll take those guns from citizens. [sit-i-sons]
the Gov'ner did declare.
The state is right,
We've got the might.
Enforcement will be there.
We'll register and track them.
They're a danger, don't you see?
Those gun owners are a menace, don't you know.
That's what we're told.
Those gun owners are a menace to us all.
The citizens did hold their line.
Few weapons were withdrawn.
It seems that less than one percent
is all police record.
With GOP in power now
that ban may be withdrawn.
Oh it seems that our rights may be restored.
May be restored.
Yes it seems that o-u-r rights may be restored.
==
SANTA CLAUS IS WIELDING A GUN
(Tune: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town)
Oh, you better watch out
You better not pry
You better stay back
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is wielding a gun
He's making a list
And checking it twice
Gonna find out who
He's gonna ice
Santa Claus is wielding a gun
Don't give him any trouble
He'll blow you right away
Don't give him any cause to shoot
Or you'll make his Christmas Day
Oh, you better believe
He's packing a rod
No coal in your stocking
Just lead in your bod
Santa Claus is wielding a gun
He doesn't want cookies
Or none of that crud
He doesn't want milk
What he wants is your blood
Santa Claus is wielding a gun
(Music Bridge, with automatic arms fire)
He doesn't trust nobody
Shot all his reindeer dead
Thought Dancer was a sissy
And thought Rudoulph was a red
Oh, you better watch out
You better not pry
You better stay back
I'm telling you why
Santa Claus is wielding a gun
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Phone Answering Machine Message
(Tune: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town)
Oh I'm not here
I'm prob'ly at the mall
But if you're good I'll return your call
So leave your name and number at the tone.
Oh you know I might be sleeping
I just might be away
I might not wanna talk with you
Oh I don't know what to say, 'cause
I'm not here
I'm prob'ly at the mall
But if you're good I'll return your call
So leave your name and number at the tone.
==
U*ix Style
(Tune: Santa Claus Is Coming To Town)
better !pout !cry
better watchout
lpr why
santa claus <north pole >town
cat /etc/passwd >list
ncheck list
ncheck list
cat list | grep naughty >nogiftlist
cat list | grep nice >giftlist
santa claus <north pole > town
who | grep sleeping
who | grep awake
who | grep bad || good
for (goodness sake) {
be good
}
better !pout !cry
better watchout
lpr why
santa claus <north pole >town
==
RUDOLPH THE RED NOSED COWBOY
(Tune: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Rudolph the red nosed cowboy
had a very shiny gun,
and if you ever saw it
you would turn around and run.
All of the other reindeers
used to laugh and call him names,
They never let poor Rudolph
play in any poker games.
Then one frosty Christmas eve,
Santa came to say,
"Rudolph with your gun so bright
won't you shoot my wife tonight."
Now all the other reindeers
shouted out with glee,
"Rudolph the red nosed cowboy
you'll go down in history."
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RANDOLPH THE BROWN-NOSE STUDENT
(Tune: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Randolph the brown-nose student
Tried to get a really high score
TA's would ask him questions
He would give them much much more
All of the other students
Said that Randolph was a fake
They never let poor Randolph
Join in any study break
Then one foggy finals week
The Professor came to say
"Randolph, with your ass so tight,
Won't you kiss the ground tonight."
Then the professor loved him
And he shouted out with glee
"Randolph, the Brown-nose student,
You've got an A in history!"
==
RUDOLPH REVISITED - by D M Goldstein, 1986
(Tune: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer)
Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer
had a very shiny nose.
Let me tell you a secret;
it's from a drug overdose!
All of the other Reindeer
used to laugh and call him names.
That is what drove poor Rudolph
to escape into Coccaine.
Then one foggy Christmas Eve
Santa came to say,
"Rudolph, we know what you've done."
The police came and took him away.
Now all the Reindeer are straight;
they've given up PCP,
quaaludes, and marijuana,
and flying high on LSD.
(Optional tag, to the tune of NOEL ...)
No L, No L, No L, No L.
None of the Reindeer do LSD.
==
HARK THE CAROL SINGERS CHOKE
(Tune: Hark The Herald Angels Sing)
Hark the carol singers choke
From the smog and fumes and smoke;
See them rub their itching eyes
While the soot pours from the skies.
Fumes and smoke their throats expel
Gasping out, 'The First Noel.'
Joyful voices cough and hack
While the fresh snow is turning black;
When their final song is sung
They'll head for home -- with one less lung.
Hark the carol singers choke
From the smog and fumes and smoke.
==
(Tune: We Three KIngs)
We, three kings of Orient are.
One in a taxi, one in a car.
One on a scooter, Blowing its hooter,
That's how we got so far!
We, three kings of Orient are.
Tried to smoke a rubber cigar.
It was loaded, And exploded,
That's how I got this scar!
==
THERE'S SOMETHING STUCK UP IN THE CHIMNEY
(Sung by a little girl)
There's something stuck up in the chimney
and I don't know what it is,
And it's been there all night long.
Well, I waited up for Santa all Christmas night
but he never came
And it don't seem right.
And there's something in the chimney
and it doesn't make a sound,
But I wish you Merry Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
and I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all week long.
Well the (something) is backing up the chimney flue
and we don't know what we're going to do.
Cause there's something in the chimney
and it doesn't move around,
And it's been a week since Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
and I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all month long.
Well it's Santa died (?) above the fireplace
now the house smells funny, such a big disgrace.
And there's something in the chimney
and it doesn't talk at all,
And it's been there since last Christmas.
There's something stuck up in the chimney
and I don't know what it is,
But it's been there all year long.
I've been waiting up for Santa like I did last year
but my brother says, "He's already here."
And he's stuck up in the chimney
and he doesn't say a word
And he'll be there every Christmas.
And we'll have him every Christmas.
==
SURF CHRISTMAS - by D M Goldstein, 1988
(Tune: White Christmas)
I'm dreaming of a Surf Christmas,
Just like the ones from days gone by;
Where the wave tops glisten, and surfers listen,
to hear breakers twelve feet high.
I'm dreaming of a Surf Christmas,
to every Surf Dude I confide,
Keep your board well waxed, and you'll fly,
and "I gotta take that one last ride."
==
OH, LITTLE BANK AMERICARD
(Tune: Oh, Little Town Of Bethlehem)
Oh, little Bank Americard
You bring me Christmas Cheer -
Without your clout
I have no doubt
No gifts I'd give this year.
Your credit line allows me
To run up bills quite large
And when I'm through
Exhausting you
I'll use my Master Charge.
(Same tune, sung in late February)
Oh, little Bank Americard
You bring me discontent
I calculate
Your int'rest rate
Is over twelve percent.
Each month your cry for payment
My letter-box bombards;
I'm one more sap
Caught in your trap
Next year I'll just send cards.
==
OH LITTLE TOWN OF TRENTON - by the NJ Editorial Minstrel
[(c) copyright 1992]
(Tune: Oh Little Town of Bethlehem)
Oh little town of Trenton
how yet we hear your lies.
Above the din; State House within
those catered lunches fly.
Yet in the dim light later
an education bill.
It's Q.E.A. for which we'll pay
a rather bitter pill.
This bill was born in dar-rkness
and there it yet resides.
With payoff sins and city grins;
yet S.A.T.s decline.
This bill as formed was perfect;
the framers doth reply.
But tweek it here, adjust it there...
revisions on the fly!
==
FROSTY THE HITMAN
(Tune: Frosty The Snowman)
Frosty the Hitman was a very cruel soul,
With a private jet and a 44 and 2 eyes as red as coal,
Frosty the Hitman was a fairy tale they say
But the hitmen knew that he really blew off someone's head that day.
There must have been some bullets in the gun that frosty bought
For a hitman died when frosty tried to take the safety off!
So Frosty the hitman was forced to run away,
Never lookin' back at the run-down shack
Where the gang had used to stay.
While running through the streets of town he saw a traffic cop,
But cleaned him out with a couple rounds when he heard him holler stop
Well Frosty the hitman had to hurry on his way,
And noone ever saw him again
Right up to this day.
Well Frosty the ...
==
WHIP ME SANTA CLAUS - by Mucous and the Phlegms
(Tune: Here Comes Santa Claus ?)
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
Don't worry if my flesh be seared.
I should be harshly punished for being bad all year.
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
The time of reckoning is near.
I have to pay my social debt before I can have cheer.
Choosing the correction is solely up to you,
But I would like a reddened butt, Do what you have to do.
If your hands are fragile, a paddle you might use.
I want to surely pay my debt, therefore you must abuse.
Paddles can have nails, yes that would be real good.
And like an executioner, please wear a leather hood.
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
Don't worry if my flesh be seared.
I should be harshly punished for being bad all year.
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
The time of reckoning is near.
I have to pay my social debt before I can have cheer.
What is this you tell me - you'll never punish me.
Cause that is not the way you work, hell that is news to me.
When you don't bring presents to children that were bad,
Then you have punished them I say by making them feel bad.
Violence may offend you, then use a gentle touch.
But still I want that reddened but - is that asking too much?
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
Don't worry if my flesh be seared.
I should be harshly punished for being bad all year.
Whip me Santa Claus; spank me Santa Claus;
The time of reckoning is near.
I have to pay my social debt before I can have cheer.
==
I SAW MOMMY SMOOTCHIN' SANTY CLAUS - by Homer and Jethro
(Tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)
[sung with a country twang]
I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus
underneath the christmas tree last night.
She puckered up her lips. Pleasure he was
a-seekin'.
She missed his mouth and kissed his nose,
and the dog-gone thing was a-leekin'.
Then I heared Mommy tell old Santy Claus,
"Santy, you have got to change your ways.
Go and get yourself a shave, then I will be
your slave.
Smootchin you is just like smootchin'
Gabby Hayes."
I saw Mommy smootchin' Santy Claus
underneath the christmas tree last night.
Their smootchin was so loud, it woke up
Uncle Fudd.
It sounded like a cow a pullin her foot
out of the mud.
Then I shot Santy with a BB gun
and you should have heard old Santy squawk.
Then he jumped about ten feet
and he took off up the street
and he hollered, "Merry Christmas to you all."
==
I SAW DADDY KISSING SANTA CLAUS - by D M Goldstein
(Tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)
I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
when we Christmas shopped last night.
They didn't see me creep
into the John to take a leak,
they thought that they were all alone
and so a kiss they sneaked. (oh,)
I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus
underneath his suit of red and white.
What a laugh it would have been
if Mom had only seen
Daddy kissing Santa Claus last night!
==
I SAW DADDY KISSING SANTA CLAUS - by Kip Adotta
(Tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)
I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath the mistletoe last night.
He didn't see me creep
Down the stairs to have a peep.
He thought that I was upstairs in my bedroom fast asleep.
Then I saw Daddy tickle Santa Claus
Underneath his beard so snowy white.
There must be some mistake;
Was I really awake?
I rubbed my eyes and moved in close, a better look to
take.
Then I saw Daddy hugging Santa Claus.
He took his hand and pulled him to the couch.
It must have been just fine;
Santa didn't mean to mind.
Then Daddy moved across the room to pour them both some
wine.
Then I saw Daddy fondle Santa Claus,
And on his ear he nibbled now and then.
I crawled across the floor,
I hid behind the door,
I left it open just a crack so I could see some more.
Then I saw Daddy undress Santa Claus.
They quickly threw their clothes on our big chair.
Well, much to my surprise,
I couldn't believe my eyes!
It wasn't Santa after all but Mommy in disguise,
When I saw Daddy kissing Santa Claus
Underneath to mistletoe last night.
Oh what I laugh it would have been,
If I had REALLY seen,
Daddy kissing Santa Claus laast niiiiiiiiiiiiight!!!
==
I SAW ELVIS DRESSED AS SANTA CLAUS - by The Fibs
(Tune: I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus)
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
in my hometown shopping mall last night.
I knew it must be him
Santa is a very slim. (???)
And his sideburns where much darker
than the whiskers on his chin.
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding under that beard of snowy white.
Then I saw his whiskers slip,
when he curled his lip.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Spoken:
Yessiree, I saw Elvis sitting on Santa's throne.
Really I did, and I'm gonna call the Enquirer,
Because after all,
Suspicious minds wanna know.
He had blue suede boots and bells,
you should have seen it for yourselves.
Sung:
And did you ever wonder why it is
they call his helpers Elves?
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding under that beard of snowy white.
Oh you can imagine my surprise,
when I saw through his disguise.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Well,I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
in my hometown shopping mall last night.
He was sitting in Santa's chair;
little sister pulling on his hair.
And I heard him say "Now don't be cruel,
you'll get a teddy bear."
Oh, I saw Elvis dressed as Santa Claus
hiding underneath that beard of snowy white.
Then I saw his whiskers slip,
when he curled his lip.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Well it makes me wanna sing
Blue Christmas like the King.
Elvis dressed as Santa Claus last night.
Elvis here, Elvis there, Elvis everywhere!
I heard him say "Now don't be cruel,
you'll get a teddy bear."
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A CHRISTMAS CAROL - by Tom Lehrer
Christmas time is here by golly
Disapproval would be folly
Deck the halls with hunks of holly
Fill a cup and don't say when
Kill the turkeys, ducks, and chickens
Mix the punch, drag out the Dickens
Even though the prospect sickens
Brother, here we go again
On Christmas Day you can't get sore
Your fellow man you must adore
There's time to rob him all the more
The other three hundred and sixty-four
Relations sparing no expense will
Send some useless old utensil
Or a matching pen and pencil
Just the thing I need... how nice
It doesn't matter how sincere it
Is, nor how heartfelt the spirit
Sentiment will not endear it
What's important is the price
Hark the Herald Tribune sings
Advertising wondrous things
God rest ye merry merchants
May ye make the Yuletide pay
Angels we have heard on high
Tell us to go out and buy
So...
Let the raucous sleighbells jingle
Hail our dear old friend, Chris Kringle
Driving his reindeer across the sky
Don't stand underneath when they fly by
==
SANTA CLAUS IS WATCHING YOU - by Ray Stevens
Now babydoll, sweetie-pie, sugarplum,
honey-bunch, angel face,
You know you better be good
And act like two fine lovers should.
Be careful what you say and do
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
You'd better kiss and hold me tight.
Give me good lovin' every night.
Cause you'll be sorry if ya make me blue
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Well you may thing you can sneak around,
get away with something
But there ain't no way, Cause Santa's no fool,
he's really super cool.
He's the secret head of the CIA.
(Eesh, Iish, crime don't pay)
You can't do nothin' cause you're never alone
He's even got a wire tap on your phone.
So baby if you ever do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you're crying too.
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Every Christmas season, he climbs on his sled full of toys,
With fuel exhaust, side mirrors, foxtails, mudflaps, and
leopard-skin seats covers
And spreads Christmas cheer to all good little girls and boys.
Then he says on Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid,
Donner and Blitzen,
and Bruce and Marvin, Leon, Cletus and George and Bill and Slick,
and Do-right, Clyde and Ace and Blackie and Queenie, Prince
and Spot and Rover
(Say where's Rudolph - He's on a stakeout over at your house.)
You can run, you can hide, but you can't get away
Got a binocular focus on you everyday.
So baby if you ever do me wrong.
Break my heart and leave me alone.
When Christmas comes, you're crying too.
Cause Santa Claus is watching you.
(He's everywhere, he's everywhere.)
Yeah Santa Claus is watching you
(he's everywhere oh lord have mercy)
Santa's got his eyes all over you.
You better watch out -
Ooh, look out there's Santa Clause peepin' around the corner
and shoot, you in deep trouble.
I don't think you understand the situation.
I got a call into the North Pole right now.
Them little elves gonna come down here
and whoop up on you.
I mean you gotta be true blue through and through
or Santa gonna get you.
==
CHRISTMAS AT GROUND ZERO - by Weird Al
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's music in the air
The sleigh bells are ringin' and the carolers are singin'
While the air raid sirens blare
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
The button has been pressed
The radio just let us know
That "This is not a test..."
Everywhere the atom bombs are droppin'
It's the end of all humanity
No more time for last minute shoppin'
It's time to face your final destiny
Well, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
There's panic in the crowd
We can dodge debris while we trim the tree
Underneath a mushroom cloud
You might hear some reindeer on your rooftop
Or Jack Frost on your windowsill
But if someone's climbin' down your chimney
You better load your gun and shoot to kill
Oh, it's Christmas at Ground Zero
And if the radiation level's okay
I'll go out with you and see the all new
Mutations on New Year's Day
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Just secondsleft to go
I'll duck and cover with my yuletide lover
Underneath the mistletoe
It's Christmas at Ground Zero
Now the missles are on their way
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
What a crazy fluke we're gonna get nuked
On this jolly holiday
==
YOU'RE A MEAN ONE MR. GRINCH - by Dr. Seuss
You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch.
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus;
You're as charming as an eel.
Mr. Grinch, you're a bad banana with a greasy, black peel.
You're a monster, Mr. Grinch.
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders;
There's garlic in your soul.
Mr. Grinch, I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine
and a half foot pole.
You're a foul one, Mr. Grinch.
You're a nasty, wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks;
Your soul is full of gunk.
Mr. Grinch, the three words that best describe you
are as follows and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk!"
==
THE WHO SONG - from Dr. Seuss's "How the Grinch Stole Christmas"
"Abu, dores, Abu dores, [What are they actually saying?]
Welcome Christmas bring your light,
Abu dores, Abu dores, Welcome Christmas, Christmas day...
Abu, damus, abu damus, Christmas day is in our grasp,
so long as we have hands to clasp...
Abu dores, abu dores welcome Christmas, Christmas day!"
==
MR ICICLE, MR SNOW - from "The Year Without a Santa Claus"
(Mr. Heat Miser and Mr Cold Miser sing a dueling duet.)
I'm Mr. Icicle, I'm Mr. Snow.
I'm Mr. White Christmas, I'm Mr. Ten-Below.
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much!
(too much!)
I never want to see a day that's over forty degrees.
I'd rather have 30, 20, 10, 5 and freeze!
[mini Snowy clones come out, as Snow Miser pirouettes and provides the
"Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" background]
He's Mr. Icicle, he's Mr. Snow.
He's Mr. Green Christmas, He's Mr. Ten-Below.
[Snowy again]
Friends call me Snow Miser, whatever I touch
Turns to snow in my clutch.
I'm too much!
(too much!)
[must give the guys equal time, so]
I'm Mr. Heatblister, I'm Mr. Sun.
I'm Mr. Green Christmas, I'm Mr. Hundred-and-One.
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much.
(too much!)
I never want to know a day that's under 60 degrees.
I'd rather have it 70, 80, 90, 100 degrees.
Some like it hot, but I like it REALLY hot!
[Miser mini-clones come in]
He's Mr. Heatblister, he's Mr. Sun.
He's Mr. Green Christmas, he's Mr. Hundred-and-One.
[the hothead sings again]
They call me Heat Miser, whatever I touch
Starts to melt in my clutch. I'm too much.
(too much!)
==
I'LL BE CLONED FOR CHRISTMAS - by D M Goldstein, 1988
(Tune: I'll Be Home For Christmas)
I'll be Cloned for Christmas,
there'll be three of me;
One to Work, and One to Shop,
and One just for Partys.
Christmas Eve, I'm certain,
I won't be alone;
I'll be home for Christmas,
or else I'll send a Clone!
==
HAVE A MERRY MILITARY CHRISTMAS
Little Johhny Johnson wants an M-16.
Sister Suzi wants an Uzi and a sub-machine.
Kids are making wishes and wartime strategies,
Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.'
Buy war toys for CHristmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa traded in his red cap for a Green Beret.
Teach thos happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
Jamie wants the lastest deadly laser gun.
Little Tommy asked his mommy for his own B-1.
Kids are dropping napalm on their Christmas trees,
Singing, 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace.'
Buy war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa knows the missle toes the line in every way.
Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
We all have our fingers crossed,
For another cold war frost,
Singing, 'Oh by golly,
Let's be jolly,
Deck the Holocast!'
Darling Danny Simpson armed his own brigade,
Staged a coup and overthrew the Christmas day parade.
Kids are roasting chestnuts and burning MRE's,
Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peace!'
By war toys for Christmas; have a happy holiday!
Santa fired his reindeer; now he flies the Enola Gay.
Teach those happy little children to be hellcats when they play,
And have a very, merry, military day!
And have a very, scary, military day!
Singing 'Happy, happy birthday to the Prince of Peeeeeace!'
==
WONDER WHERE I AM
(Tune: Winter Wonderland)
(sung like 'Arthur')
At the office Christmas party,
I started out with a Bicardi.
I didn't get saused,
But, right now, I'm lost!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
I had a beer at my brother's,
Had egg nog at my mother's,
Then two bottles of wine.
Which automobile's mine?
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
Someone caught me dancing with a snowman.
Policemen came and put me in their car.
They asked, 'Are you drunk?' And I said, 'No, man,
But could you drop me off at the next bar?'
I guess my wife must be missing;
Who's this dog that I kissing?
They say his name's 'Spot',
And he likes me...a lot!!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
I was looking for a lady I could dance with,
And so I stood beneath the mistletoes.
Someone said, 'You'd have a better chance if
You take the lampshade off and put back on your clothes'!
Well it's time to be going.
I'm naked! Is it still snowing?
It's time I should leave,
But I'll be back New Year's Eve!!!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
It's Christmas and I wonder where I am!
Have you seen my hat; I wouldn't want to freeze!
What a party!! Don't you wish you were me?!?!?
==
"Computer Wonderland" - by D M Goldstein 1983
(Tune: Winter Wonderland)
Axes swing, are you listenin'?
Gold and jewels, how they glisten.
A beautiful sight, ADVENTURE at night,
playing in Computer Wonderland.
(Bridge:)
In the KINGDOM we can feed the peasants,
or plot our BIORYTHM for a year;
Save the universe from Cylons playing STARTREK,
or even try BACKGAMMON if you dare.
Later on, we'll play WUMPUS;
Zing those bats when they thump us.
OTHELLO's just fine, I win every time,
playing in Computer Wonderland.
==
NUCLEAR WINTER WONDERLAND
(Tune: Walking in a Winter Wonderland)
Hello kids, are you listening?
In Kiev, things are glistening
A beautiful sight
We're happy tonight
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
It begain in Chernobyl
But the cloud's goin' global
We'll all feel just fine
We'll sip iodine
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
Near the meltdown we can build a snowman
And we'll name him Andrei or Mikhail
Then we'll sit around and watch him glow, man
Until we duck the phosphorescent hail
Lots of folks will expire
As they sit by the fire
The stacks will look neat
Encased in concrete
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
La la la, la de da da
La la la, la de da da
La dee da da da
La dee da da da
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
Oh, we can all go have bone marrow transplants
Maybe somehow we will all survive
We'll have lots of fun in chemother'py
When we sport growths in 2025!
Gone away is the sun here
Here to stay is the nuclear
We'll play in the snow
We'll laugh and we'll glow
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland
In our Nuclear Winter Wonderland!
==
"The Homeless Song (Reaganomics)" - by D M Goldstein, 1988
(Tune: The Christmas Song)
Homeless sitting by an open fire,
Frost-bite eating at their toes;
Uletide carols being sung by a choir,
drive the kids to Overdose.
(Everybody knows,) George Bush is our new President,
and you know that isn't right;
Democrats, with fear in their eyes,
will find it hard to sleep tonight.
They know that Reagan's had his way,
He spent lots of dough, and bought lots of arms in his day;
And every Mother's child has cause to fear,
'Cause Repulicans have four more years.
And, So, I'm offering this simple phrase,
for men eighteen to thirty-three,
although it's been said that there won't be a draft,
get out of here; get out of here; find another Country.
==
A NEW JERSEY CHRISTMAS SONG - by the NJ Editorial Minstrel
[(c) copyright 1990]
(Tune: A Christmas Song)
Tax cuts burning on an open fire
Our Gov'ner turns to stoke the coals
{or} Gov'ner turns and thumbs his nose
{or} Exxon brakes another hose
Protest songs being sung by a chior
and folks get laid off by the drove
Education plans are changing by the moment now,
please help us make our students bright.
Pension plans being payed by the towns.
We may sleep on the street tonight.
We know the tax mans on his way.
He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh.
Our health insurance plan has gone awry.
Our referendum bill unhappily has died.
And so I wonder if this Florio plan
is understood by only you.
It looks awful bad, so for now I'll just say...
Merry Christmas to you.
We know the tax mans on his way.
He's loaded lots of fee increases in his sleigh.
Our car insurance plans have gone awry.
The D. M. V. fees have shot right up to the sky.
And so I wonder if the Florio plan
is understood by more than two.
Our States' at a loss , but alas I still say...
Merry Christmas to you.
==
CHRISTMAS IS REVOLTING - by the Elves
Christmas, a special time of year;
suicides, moldy fruitcake and shop-lifting.
Santa, he struts and smells like beer;
You know he ripped off all the toys that he'll be bringing
Tinsel, holly, mistle-toe;
Heart attacks from shoveling snow.
Beggars in the street, eating reindeer meat
-- maybe it's someone you know.
Christmas, a time for shopping sprees.
Your credit rating's on a sleigh ride to disaster.
Checkbooks, cash and credit cards will all be there
to help you make that sleigh ride faster
The Yuletide season's just begun.
Christmas sucks and so does Santa - na na na na na, na na na na.
Time for office parties
-- Jingle Bells, Rudolph smells, Pokey runs away.
We're sick of making toys for ugly girls and boys
We know why lions eat their young.
Christmas is something to avoid, pushing shoving,
Biting, scratching, kicking, screaming.
Christmas is like a hemmerhoid -
It's here today, gone tomorrow but
will flare again next year.
==
(Tune: Up On The Housetop)
Up on the housetop, reindeer say -
Santa Claus is becoming gay.
He's queered Donner and Blitzen too,
When he comes down the chimney, he'll get YOU!
Up on the housetop, what's that noise?
Santa's playing with little boys.
Now we can tell the truth at last -
Santa Claus is a pederast!
Up on the housetop, what's it gonna be -
Christmas presents, or sodomy?
Santa will give you a gift of sorts -
A textbook case of venereal warts!
Up on the housetop, who'll be first
To slake old Santa's sexual thirst?
If only the smoke wouldn't get in his eyes,
I see a hole that's about his size.
Up on the housetop, HO HO HO!
Santa's brought your Christmas snow.
While you enjoy it, he'll reach in his sack,
And give you a gift of the finest crack.
Frosty the Snowman is Big and White.
He chases little children late at night!
If he can catch them, you know what he'll do -
Snow-ball them 'til they're black and blue.
==
MR SANTA CLAUS - by D M Goldstein, 1987
(Tune: Mr Bojangles)
I met a man named Santa, and he'd pose with you,
In a red suit.
Silver hair, a red jacket, a long white beard,
and big black boots.
He'd fly so high, oh, he'd fly so high,
and then he'd "Ho ho ho!"
I met him in a Sears in Alaska, he was
down and out.
He looked to me to be the eyes of age,
as he spoke right out.
He talked of elves, yeah, he talked of elves,
smiled, "Ho ho ho"'ed and stepped.
(Chorus:)
Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. Mr Santa Claus. "Nick."
He made toys for the girls and boys at County Fairs,
throughout the South,
He spoke in tears of eight reindeer, how they and him
just flew about.
Now they've all retired, oh, they've all retired,
They stay home Christmas Eve.
He said "They'd prance at every chance when they would land
on roofs like planes,
But most 'the time they'd sit around pole and play
Those reindeer games."
He shook his head, and as he shook his head
I thought I heard a "Ho ho ho!"
(repeat Chorus and end.)
==
SANTA CLAUS - by D M Goldstein 1985
(Tune: Rocket Man)
I packed my bags last night for flight;
Zero hour, one a.m.;
And I'm gonna be high in my sleigh by then.
I miss the Pole so much, I miss my wife;
It's lonely out in space
On such a famous flight.
(Chorus:)
And I think it's gonna be a long, long time
before you get your gifts; you've yet to find
I'm not the man you think I am at all,
oh no, no, no; because I'm Santa Claus.
Santa Claus, flying with my reindeer 'cross the sky.
The Pole ain't the kind of place to raise your kids;
In fact, it's cold as hell;
But there's elves to baby-sit them if you did.
And all these 'Go-bots' I don't understand;
It's just my job one day a year.
Santa Claus, I'm Santa Claus.
(repeat Chorus and end.)
==
CHIPMUNKS ROASTING
Date: 16 Dec 1981 0149
Sender: btg29970
Subject: A White Christmas
To: santa
Chipmunks roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost ripping up your nose
Yuletide carolers being thrown in the fire
And folks dressed up like buffaloes
Everybody knows a turkey slaughtered in the snow
Helps to make the season right
Tiny tots with their eyes all gouged out
Will find it hard to see tonight
They know that Santa's on his way
He's loaded lots of guns and bullets on his sleigh
And every mother's child is sure to spy
To see if reindeer really scream when they die
And so I'm offering this simple phrase
To kids from one to ninety two
Although it's been said many times, many ways
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas
Fuck you
(...And all I want for Christmas is my TWO FRONT TEETH.)
==
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
Jingle Bells
Batman Smells
Robin laid an egg
Batmobile lost a wheel
And Joker got away!
Jingle Bells
Batman Smells
Robin laid an egg
Batmobile lost a wheel
And Joker got away! Hey!
==
RUSTY CHEVROLET - By Da Yoopers (?)
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
(car start) C'mon, c'mon! (car start) C'mon, you can do it! (car
engine kicking in) Alright! (music starts)
Dashing through the snow in my rusty Chevrolet.
Down the road I go, sliding all the way.
I need new piston rings. I need some new snow tires.
My car is held together by a piece of chicken wire!
Oh, rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay.
The frame is bent, the muffler went, the radio it's okay.
Oh, what fun it is to drive this rusty Chevrolet!
I went to the IGA to get some Christmas cheer.
I just passed up my left front tire and it's gettin' hard to
steer.
Speeding down the highway, right past the county cops.
I have to drag my swampers to get the car to stop.
CHORUS
(Chorus music)
Bouncing through the snowdrifts in a big, blue cloud of smoke.
People laugh as I drive by; I wonder what's the joke!
I have to get to ShopCo to pick up the layaway,
'Cause Santa Claus is comin' soon in his big, old, rusty sleigh!
CHORUS
Rust and smoke, the heater's broke, the door just blew away.
I light a match to see the dash and then I start to pray-ay.
The fram is bent...(fade out)
==
"Have a Jewish Christmas"
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
The lights are being strung, The streets are full of cheer,
The stockings have been hung, Christmas Time is here.
Its joyous revelry and spirit capture you;
"At Christmas Time it's hard to be a good religious Jew." ("Oy")
(Chorus:)
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle night and day.
It's "Yo-ho-ho" and mistletoe and Santa's on his way.
Jingle Bells, Jingle Bells, If Santa Claus is true,
his joy is fun for everyone, but what's a Jew to do?
He goes to synagogue, it doesn't matter which,
He's Jewish and he's very proud, "I'd rather fight than switch."
When Christmas Time is here, he wishes it would pass,
"Last Sunday morning I got up and almost went to mass!" ("Oy")
(repeat Chorus and end.)
==
From Toxic Custard Workshop - by Daniel Bowen
Christmas comes but once a year
And just now, it is quite near
So get your shopping into gear
For all the rellies you hold dear
Or next time you will get mere
Socks and ties you'll never wear* (*rotten rhyme, eh?)
And year after year after year after year
Crap presents from all far and near
Christmas comes but once a year
And when it does, drink lots of beer
But don't get drunk and eat your ear
Or all your friends will no doubt jeer
So on second thoughts, forget the beer
Just fall asleep and you will hear
The sound of Santa and reindeer
Skulling all your nice cold beer
Christmas comes but once a year
But down in Oz it's downright weird
With sun, heat and roos, but no deer
No snow, ice or polar bears*
So how does Santa's sleigh get here?
The last line comes soon I fear
I don't know what to write, oh dear!
So I'll wimp out and mention Germaine Greer
==
GRIDLOCK CHRISTMAS - by the Hollytones
Christmas Eve, Happy holidays, tying up loose ends
Before going home to my family, my hearth and a few friends.
Jumped on the freeway, gee what a mistake
I've sat here for hours - how long will this take?
(Mom when's Daddy gonna get home?)
I'm having gridlock Christmas (gridlock Christmas)
With people I don't even know.
Though friends and family can't be here,
We'll have good old Christmas cheer (gridlock Christmas)
And carols on the car radio.
Someone's built a bonfire in the fast lane.
Folks gatherin' round it's cheery, amber light.
Their all stranded just like me, oh how good it is to be
Along the freeway singing silent night (Silent Night).
I'm having gridlock Christmas (gridlock Christmas)
With people I don't even know.
Though friends and family can't be here,
We'll have good old Christmas cheer (gridlock Christmas)
And carols on the car radio.
People opening car trunks filled with boxes.
Presents bright and shiny from the mall.
Exchanging gifts, exchanging names, you know it's kind of strange
We're having a dandy Christmas after all (hap - py Christ - mas )
I'm having gridlock Christmas (gridlock Christmas)
With people I don't even know.
Though friends and family can't be here,
We'll have good old Christmas cheer (gridlock Christmas)
And carols on the car radio.
Said: That semi over there is filled with groceries.
That flatbed's loaded down with Christmas trees.
And our motor home has an oven for the turkey.
(everyone:) We've got everything we need.
You all know the words now, so I want everyone to sing along.
I'm having gridlock Christmas (that's very good)
with people I don't even know (you over there on the Etsel - sing out)
Though friends and family can't be here,
we'll have good old Christmas cheer (oh yes I love it)
And carols (sing) on the car radio.
And carols on the car radio (grid - lock Christ - mas ).
==
-by Heywood Banks
Hey kids gather 'round. Heywood's gotta little song for ya here!
Oh. I just got a message from 'ol Saint Nick way up in Christmas
land, and he says the toys for good girls and boys are being made
as planned. There's a truck for little Billy, and a dolly for Molly,
dear, but you ain't getiin' diddly-squat 'caus you really messed up
this year!
Oh, the winter fields are white with snow and the lights are
shining bright,
And the wee little heads tucked up in bed dream of sugar plums
this night.
You may DREAM of big red apples and candy canes so near,
But you ain't gettin' diddly-squat 'cause you really messed up
this year!!
When your mother asked you to wash the dishes,
Why you said, 'No, no, no!'
And you would not pick up your socks,
So it's 'Que sera,' horseface! Ho ho hoooooooo!
Oh, you know that Santa's watching you and he keeps a great big
list,
But when I tell him the things you've done, he REALLY will be...
mad!
When you sit upon his knee, he'll knock you on your ear!
'Cause YOU AIN'T GETTIN' DIDDLY-SQUAT 'CUASE YOU REALLY MESSED UP
THIS YEAR!!!
No, you ain't gett-in' didle-ly squaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....t,
'Cause you really messed up,
Oh, you really messed up,
Yeah, you really messed up this year!!!!!
==
I WANT EDDIE FISHER FOR CHRISTMAS
Lyrics and Music by Joan Javitz and Phil Springer
recorded by Betty Johnson, conducted by Jimmy Leyden
New-Disc 10013 (78RPM)
Published by Joy Music (ASCAP)
(backed with "Show Me" - not novelty)
(Tune: I'll Be Home For Christmas?)
I want Eddie Fisher for Christmas.
Santa that's the gift I'm dreaming of.
I want him here rehearsing
To sing to me in person,
Anytime - Many times - all the songs I love.
Wouldn't it be heaven to find him,
Standing there beside my christmas tree.
I want Eddie Fisher for Christmas,
and I with that Eddie Fisher wanted me.
(spoken)
Dear Santa,
I know I'm still in my green years,
But you're my freind Santa.
I wish you were here right now
with Eddie Fisher walking behind you.
Believe me, if I ever needed a Christmas present;
I need it now.
(sung)
Wouldn't it be heaven to find him,
Standing there beside my christmas tree.
I want Eddie Fisher for Christmas,
and I with that Eddie Fisher wanted me.
==
(Tune: The Twelve Days Of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me:
A fever of a hundred and three.
On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me:
Loud hacking cough,
And a fever of a hundred and three.
[...]
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me:
Middle ear infection,
Chronic laryngitis,
Bronchial congestion,
Throbbing sinus headache,
Seven hours sneezing,
Sick queasy stomach,
POST NASAL DRIP!
Red runny nose,
Aches and pains,
Loud hacking cough,
And a fever of a hundred and three.
==
FIFTEEN DAYS OF CHRISTMAS, RUGBY VERSION
(Tune: The Twelve Days Of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A foreskin full of VD / my Lord Montague of Beaulieu [pronounced Bewley]
On the 2 d o C m t l g t m:
Two Boy Scouts...
On the 3...
Three shit-house doors...
On the 4...
Four French whores...
Five choir boys...
Six convicted vicars...
Seven sex-starved spinsters...
Eight aching arseholes...
Nine naked nannies...
Ten tattered titties...
Eleven lusty lads...
Twelve twitching twats...
Thirteen thrutching thighs...
Fourteen fucking phalli...
Fifteen filthy fellows [=rugby team]
==
THE NINE DAZE OF CHRISTMAS
(Tune: The Twelve Days Of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
A dime bag of Panama Red ...
On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
2 hits of acid ...
On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
3 snorts of coke ...
On the forth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
4 pink pills ...
On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
5 pounds of HASHISH!
On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
6 joints a smoking ...
On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
7 cubes of crack...
On the eight day of Christmas my true love gave to me,
8 healthy roaches ...
On the ninth day, everybody OD'd and they were all rushed to St. John general
hospital where they were given - 9 wiffs of nitro, and 9 bottles of Vallium.
Then everybody OD's on Vallium and they all die horribly ...
==
THE TWELVE LEVELS OF ROGUE - by D M Goldstein, 1988
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first level of Rogue I killed a Dwarf, a bat,
and a Kobold who almost killed me!
On the 2nd level of Rogue I found a Shimmering Pool!
I dipped my Broad Sword,
'cause a Kobold had nearly killed me!
On the 3rd level of Rogue I read a Scroll of Sleep.
I slept for three turns
with my plus-two Broad Sword
'cause a Kobold had nearly killed me!
On the 4th level of Rogue I found a Staff of Wood.
Four shots of Drain Life!
Sleeping for three turns, a plus-two Broad Sword,
and a Kobold who almost killed me!
On the 5th level of Rogue I got really lucky:
Five Magic Rings!
Four shots of Drain Life, Sleep three turns,
a plus-two Broad Sword,
and a Kobold who almost killed me!
On the 6th level of Rogue a Shrieker called to me
Six elves with Cross-Bows!
Five Magic Rings! Four shots of Drain Life,
sleep three turns, a plus-two Broad Sword,
and a Kobold who almost killed me!
On the 7th level of Rogue I killed a Troglodyte;
Seven Excellent Hits!
Six elves with Cross-Bows, Five Magic Rings! ...
On the 8th level of Rogue I found a Magic Room
with Eight Monsters Waiting! Seven Excellent hits, ...
On the 9th level of Rogue a Rust Monster found me,
brought my armor to Nine! Eight Monsters Waiting, ...
On the 10th level of Rogue I quaffed a red potion,
Experience Level Ten! Level Nine armor, ...
On the 11th level of Rogue I took Inventory:
Eleven Rations of Food, Experience Level Ten, ...
On the 12th level of Rogue I fell into a Trap:
Got Killed on level Thirty with
Eleven rations of food, ...
==
THE TWELVE COMPUTERIZED DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas, my computer gave to me
A glitch on the video screen.
On the second day of Christmas, my computer gave to me
Two keyboard bounces, and a glitch on the video screen.
On the third day of Christmas, my computer gave to me
Three loose plugs,
Two keyboard bounces,
And a glitch on the video screen.
...
On the twelfth day of Christmas, my computer gave to me
Twelve blown-out circuits,
Eleven damaged diskettes,
Ten disk-drive lockouts,
nine burnt-out fuses
Eight worthless printouts,
Seven system resets,
Six I/O spasms,
Five blank cassettes,
Four garbled SAVE'S
Three loose plugs,
Two key bounces,
And a glitch on the video screen.
==
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
/*
AN ELECTRONIC CHRISTMAS/CHANUKAH CARD TO ALL
Lyrics: Evan Leibovitch <ev...@telly.on.ca>
Code: Beverly Erlebacher <erle...@cs.toronto.edu>
Written: December 1989
This code is in the public domain.
*/
#include <stdio.h>
#define DEFAULT_HOLIDAY "CHRISTMAS/CHANUKAH"
#define DAYS_OF_NEGLECT 12
char heading[] = "AN ELECTRONIC %s CARD TO ALL\n\n\
Lyrics: Evan Leibovitch <ev...@telly.on.ca>\n\
Code: Beverly Erlebacher <erle...@cs.toronto.edu>\n\n\
Dedicated to Dave Mason, Chris Siebenmann, and anyone who's left\n\
their computers alone just long enough for them to self-destruct:\n\n\
(Sung to the tune of something or other...)\n\n";
char * cardinal[] = {"And a", "Two", "Three", "Four", "Five",
"Six", "Seven", "Eight", "Nine", "Ten", "Eleven", "Twelve"};
char * ordinal[] = {"first", "second", "third", "fourth", "fifth", "sixth",
"seventh", "eighth", "ninth", "tenth", "eleventh", "twelfth",
"thirteenth"};
char * item[] = { "burnt-out V.D.T.", "faulty tapes;",
"heads crashed;", "bad blocks;", "core dumps;", "bad controllers; ",
"blown partitions;", "gettys dying;", "floppies frying;",
"ports a-jamming;", "chips a-smoking;", "boards a-blowing;" };
char daystr[] = "\nOn the %s day I left it, my Unix gave to me:\n";
char finale[] =
"\nOn the %s day I started adapting my Nintendo for the VME bus.\n";
main(argc, argv)
int argc;
char *argv[];
{
int i, j;
printf(heading, argc > 1 ? argv[1] : DEFAULT_HOLIDAY);
for (i = 0; i < DAYS_OF_NEGLECT; i++) {
printf(daystr, ordinal[i]);
if (i == 0)
printf("\tA %s\n", item[i]);
else for (j = i; j >= 0; j--)
printf("\t%s %s\n", cardinal[j], item[j]);
}
printf(finale, ordinal[DAYS_OF_NEGLECT]);
exit(0);
}
==
THE TWELVE BUGS OF CHRISTMAS - Author Unknown
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
For the first bug of Christmas, my manager said to me
See if they can do it again.
For the second bug of Christmas, my manager said to me
Ask them how they did it and
See if they can do it again.
[...]
For the twelfth bug of Christmas, my manager said to me
Tell them it's a feature
Say it's not supported
Change the documentation
Blame it on the hardware
Find a way around it
Say they need an upgrade
Reinstall the software
Ask for a dump
Run with the debugger
Try to reproduce it
Ask them how they did it and
See if they can do it again.
==
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
/* here is the same 12-days of Xmas,
in a little more compact form.
Merry Christmas... Arlin
*/
#include <stdio.h>
int xmas(daze)
int daze;
{ static char *dayth[]={"first","second","third","fourth","fifth","sixth",
"seventh","eighth","ninth","tenth","eleventh","twelfth"};
if (daze>1) xmas(daze-1);
printf("\n\nFor the %s bug of Christmas, ",dayth[daze-1]);
printf("my manager said to me\n");
switch (daze) {
case 12: printf(" Tell them it's a feature\n");
case 11: printf(" Say it's not supported\n");
case 10: printf(" Change the documentation\n");
case 9: printf(" Blame it on the hardware\n");
case 8: printf(" Find a way around it\n");
case 7: printf(" Say they need an upgrade\n");
case 6: printf(" Reinstall the software\n");
case 5: printf(" Ask for a dump\n");
case 4: printf(" Run with the debugger\n");
case 3: printf(" Try to reproduce it\n");
case 2: printf(" Ask them how they did it and\n");
case 1: printf(" See if they can do it again.\n");
};
return;
}
main() { xmas(12); }
/* ********************** */
==
THE PROGRAMMER'S TWELVE DAYS OF CHRISTMAS
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
A cartridge in a P.C.
On the second day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Two paper tapes
And a cartridge in a P.C.
. . . . . . . . .
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me
Twelve plotters plotting,
Eleven printers grinding,
Ten punches jamming,
Nine nixies blinking,
Eight drums a-spinning,
Seven screens a-scrolling,
Six mice a-clicking,
Five write rings,
Four coding sheets,
Three punch cards,
Two paper tapes,
And a cartridge in a P.C.
==
IRAQI REPUBLICAN GUARD CHRISTMAS
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the 1st day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
A knife with a very sharp blade.
On the 2nd day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Two hand grenades,
And a knife with a very sharp blade.
[...]
On the 11th day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:
Eleven tons of nerve gas,
Ten nuclear submarines,
Nine cans of mace,
Eight bayonets,
Seven electric cattle prods,
Six Molotov cocktails,
Five stick of dy-no-miiiiite,
Four Tommy guns,
Three M-16's,
Two hand grenades,
And a knife with a very sharp blade.
ON THE 12TH DAY OF CHRISTMAS, MY TRUE LOVE GAVE TO ME:
TWELVE NUCLEAR HOLOCASTS... (large explosion)
==
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the twelfth day of Christmas
My true love gave to me...
(A) 12-Pack of Bud
11 Rasslin' Tickets
(A) TIN (of) Copenhagen
9 Years Probation
8 Table Dancers
7 Packs of Redman
6 Cans of Spam
5 Flannel shirts
4 Mud grip tires
3 Shotgun shells
2 Huntin' dogs
And some parts to a Mustang GT.
==
THE TWELVE GIFTS OF CHRISTMAS - By Alan Shepard
(Tune: The Twelve Days of Christmas)
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A Japanese transistor radio.
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's a Nakashuma.)
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(It's the Mark IV model. That's the one that's discontinued.)
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it comes in a leatherette case with holes in it,
so you can listen right through the case.)
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
(And it has a wire with a thing on one end that you
can stick in your ear, and a thing on the other end
that you can't stick anywhere, because it's bent.)
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eighth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An indoor plastic birdbath,
And all that other stuff,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the ninth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the tenth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the eleventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it home,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
On the twelfth day of Christmas, although it may seem strange,
On the twelfth day of Christmas, I'm going to exchange:
An automatic vegetable slicer that works when you see it on television,
but not when you get it home,
A chromium combination manicure scissors and cigarette lighter,
A pair of teakwood shower clogs,
An indoor plastic birdbath,
A pink satin pillow that says San Diego, with fringe all around it,
A hammered aluminum nutcracker,
A statue of a lady, with a clock where her stomach ought to be,
A simulated alligator wallet,
A calendar book with the name of my insurance man,
Green polka-dot pajamas,
And a Japanese transistor radio.
==
THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS
The first day after Christmas
My true love and I had a fight
And so I chopped the pear tree down
And burned it just for spite
And with a single cartridge
I shot that blasted partridge
My true love, my true love,
My true love gave to me
The second day after Christmas
I pulled on the old rubber gloves
And very gently wrung the necks
Of both the turtle doves
The third day after Christmas
My mother came down with the croup
I had to use the three French hens
To make some chicken soup
The four calling birds were a big mistake
For their language was obscene
The five gold rings were completely fake
And they turned my fingers green
The sixth day after Christmas
The six laying geese wouldn't lay
I gave the whole darned gaggle to
The ASPCA
The seventh day what a mess I found
All seven of the swimming swans had drowned
My true love, my true love,
My true love gave to me
The eight day after Christmas
Before they could suspect
I bundled up the
eight maids a milking
nine ladies dancing
ten lords a leaping
'leven pipers piping
twelve drummers drumming
[spoken in a sexy alto voice:]
(Well, actually, I kept one of the drummers.)
And sent them back collect
I told my true love
We are through love
And I said in so many words
Furthermore your gifts are for the \Bii
four calling birds \iirrr
three French hens \rrdd
two turtle doves \ds
and a partridge in a pear tree.
==
THE TWELVE DAYS AFTER CHRISTMAS - by Jeannie West (12/22/92)
On the first day after Christmas,
My true love and I had a fight
So I chopped the pear tree down
And shot the partridge just for spite.
On the second day after Christmas,
I put on a pair of old gloves,
And gently wrung the necks
Of both those stupid turtle doves.
On the third day after Christmas,
My dear old mother got the croup.
So I took those 3 French hens,
And made her some chicken soup.
The 4 calling birds were a mistake,
Their language was terribly obscene;
Of course the 5 golden rings were fake:
They turned my fingers Greeeeeeen.
On the sixth day after Christmas,
Extremely cold weather came around
So I killed those 6 noisy geese
and made a jacket filled with down.
On the seventh day after Christmas,
I shot those 7 swans a swimming
I had to do it donUt you see
they was chasing all the women.
On the eighth day after Christmas,
I had milk up to my eyes
and if that wasnUt bad enough
I had cow shit up to my thighs.
On the ninth day after Christmas,
I took a hammer to those pipes
youUd have thought I killed the Pope
if you heard those pipers gripe.
On the tenth day after Christmas,
IUd learned every dance there is to know
so without a single guilty thought
I threw those dancing ladies out in the snow.
But there is one thing I will admit
about those 11 Lords a leaping
and 12 drummers drumming
IUm not crazy, those IUm keeping!
==
KILL A TREE FOR CHRIST - by Celtic Elvis
Kill a tree for Christ, it's such a festive sacrifice.
Wrench it from the ground in the name of the tradition.
Throw it in the trunk and tie it down with cords of BUNGEE.
You'll need the needles every year cause you're a Christmas junkie.
I said chop that puppy, throw it on a stand.
Smother it with tinsel, gotta understand.
I said saw that puppy for the Holy Man.
Come New Year's Day, just throw it in the can.
(What you say?) Throw it in the can.
The Aztecs killed their lambs, the Mayans killed their precious VIRGINS.
The Muslims don't like cameras, it's really just superstition.
So kill a tree for Christ. It's such a festive sacrifice.
We'll celebrate with sugarplums for all the stumps in Christendom.
==
I FOUND THE BRAINS OF SANTA CLAUS - by Jason and the StrapTones
I found the brains of Santa Claus underneath my bed.
They were in a pickle jar - I wonder if he's dead.
Oh, they smelled like dried up tuna, and looked more grey than red.
Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus; I'll bet you that he's dead.
Yes he still may have a jelly belly and a big white bushy beard.
But without that grey stuff in his head, he would act kind of wierd.
I found the brains of Santa Claus, his wife may want them back.
I'd send them to her COD, the zip code's all I lack.
They really aren't much use to me 'cept serve them as a snack.
Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus it's strange but it's a fact.
Yes he still may have a jelly belly and a big white bushy beard.
But without that grey stuff in his head, he would act kind of wierd.
I found the brains of Santa Claus underneath my bed.
They were in a pickle jar - I wonder if he's dead.
Oh, they smelled like dried up tuna, and looked more grey than red.
Oh, I found the brains of Santa Claus; I'll hope he isn't dead.
==
SEE THE TANK FARMS ALL ABOUT - BY the NJ Editorial Minstrel
[(c) copyright 1991]
(Tune: Good King Wenceslas)
See the tank farms all about the coast line of New Jersey.
Watch them move that crude about in so great a hurry.
See big tankers sail about, in New Jersey waters.
Vessel traffic all about. Should we be more worried?
Hear the horn blast what a sound. What could be the matter?
See the tanker run aground. See it's hull just shatter.
Contents oozing all about! So much toxic matter.
Arthur Kill is closed tonight. Clean up crews now ga-ather.
Hope this mess will not ignight. Where's that navigator?
Seems he's run off for the night. Some say he just staggered.
Scape goats needed for this plight. Corporate image shattered.
But we'll just write this off our tax: cause it's a business matter.
==
PITCHES REACH A FEVER PITCH
The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas.
I shuffle through my mail with trembling hands.
I read it all with shame, how do they get my name?
How can I ever answer each demand?
The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas.
Those paper fingers clutching at my feet.
They make their case so slickly, I should make a donation quickly
And I'll find that if I give I'll soon receive another letter,
Asking me for more.
Celebrities are writing me in person.
It Ts strange the letters sound so much the same.
This makes it extra tough, no check is big enough
When somebody like (?)Molton gives his name.
Now underlining really gets my back up.
It makes me think they feel I cannot read.
I try to take it with a smile, it's the fundraiser style.
It has nothing to do with the ones who are in need.
Beneath the moon of winter time,
The homeless cry, oh life's a crime.
We feel despair, we feel such pain
We can't afford to mount another direct mail campaign.
With governments and corporations cutting back on their donations,
You and I will have to pay ?????????? of guilt each day.
The pitches reach a fever pitch at Christmas,
So Santa Claus can bring you your receipt.
You'll try to save a lot, ??????????
Or engineer a government's defeat.
They know our hearts are softened up at Christmas.
So that's the time to mount the big attack.
As the fundraisers foretold,
We're glad our names ??????? to correspondents who always answer back.
Spoken:
Dear Nancy,
Thank you for your generous reply to our recent appeal.
It was courageous of you to send so much less than the minimum
suggested donation. So few have the nerve. With your ten big dollars
we were able to buy enough stamps to write to 27 more people.
Indeed one of those letters will be going to you, so you can see
you have made a good investment. Our organization needs a great
deal of support from compassionate people like yourself.
We would like you to consider simplifying your life by having
a monthly donation deducted directly from your paycheck.
Now about your will, you do have a will don't you?
After all you may trip over a whino and snap your spinal cord tomorrow
and we are sure you wouldn't want your estate confiscated by the government.
==
GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER - by Patsy & Elmo
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She'd been drinking too much eggnog,
And we begged her not to go,
But she forgot her medication,
So she staggered out the door and through the snow.
When we found her Christmas morning,
At the scene of the attack,
There were hoof-prints on her forehead,
And incriminating Claus-marks on her back.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now, we're all so proud of Grandpa,
He's been taking this so well,
See him in there watching football,
Drinking beer and playing cards with Cousin Mel.
It's not Christmas without Grandma,
All the family's dressed in black,
And we just can't help but wonder,
Should we open up her gifts or send them back?
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Now the goose is on the table,
And the pudding made of fig,
And the blue and silver candles
That would just have matched the hair in Grandma's wig.
I warned all my friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for yourselves!
They should never give a license
To a man who drives a sleigh and plays with elves.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Sing it, Grandpa!
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Walking home from our house Christmas Eve,
You can say there's no such thing as Santa,
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
==
GRANDMA GOT RUN OVER BY A JOHN DEERE
Grandma got ran over by a John Deere
walking down our driveway Christmas eve
Grandpa thought he knew what he was doing
but, Grandma picked a real bad time to leave.
We all tried to warn her, but the tractor was so loud
we got up to try and catch her
Ah, but much too late, she'd done been plowed.
Chorus
I've got to hand it to my Grandpa,
never once did he lament.
He just went and got a lawyer,
and a seven million dollar settlement.
Chorus
etc etc etc...
==
NEW KIDS GOT RUN OVER BY A REINDEER
New Kids got run over by a reindeer
All the little kiddies are in shock
No more loud, annoying high falsettos
Now there's no more New Kids on the Block
They were singing their new hit song
"Cover Girls with the Right Stuff"
Now they're trophies for a reindeer
Mounted on his mantle, hangin tough
Many times I was mistaken
When I went to see their show
Danny, Donny, Joe, Jon, Jordan
Or was it Larry, Curly, Shemp,
and Moe oh oh oh oh [ a la "The Right Stuff ]
New Kids got run over by a reindeer
All the little kiddies are in shock
No more loud, annoying high falsettos
Now there's no more New Kids on the Block
Now, the New Kid fans are crying,
And they say this really sucks!
But don't blame it on the reindeer
Cause I'm the one who gave them fifty bucks
Life is great without the new kids
Now let's deal the final blow
Drop our pants and hang our hineys
And tell their fans its really
mistletoe oh oh oh oh [ again ]
New Kids got run over by a reindeer
No more little kids for me to mock
No more prepubescent high falsettos
Now there's no more New Kids on the Block
==
BIG JIM GOT RUN OVER [revised] - by the NJ Editorial Minstrel
[(c) copyright 1991]
(Tune: Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer)
Big Jim got run over by a Mac-Truck
Walking home from Trenton Christmas eve
People say there's no such thing as Santa
But me and my Bronco we believe.
He was working on this package
Taxing every thing in sight
though people wouldn't like his message
He just kept right on a' workin' through the night
When they found him in the morning
It was so hard to believe
But there were those gigantic treadmarks
and incriminating tax cuts on the street
( chorus )
So we think he's learned a lesson
there's apologies to say
you just shouldn't dump new taxes
on good ol' folks who make their living driving trucks
Now were so proud of the senate
Yes, all our legislators who...
Seem to now believe in voters,
and have time to try and un-do what they did.
( last chorus )
Big Jim got run over by a Mac-Truck
Walking home from Trenton Christmas eve
People say there's no such thing as Santa
But me and my Bronco we believe...
and those guys with Jimmys they believe..
Even folks in Yugos... they believe!
==
GRANDMA GOT HUNGOVER BY A RAINIER - Anonymous
(Note: Rainier is a Seattle beer named after a mountain.)
Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier
She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve.
You can say there's no such thing
as a drunken skipper
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
She'd been drinking too much cold rock
and we begged her not to chug.
She didn't save any for Grandpa.
She didn't even use a mug.
When we found her the next morning
at the scene of the "attack,"
she had (something) on her forehead,
and Spuds McKenzie standing on her back.
Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier
She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve.
You can say there's no such thing
as a drunken skipper
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
We feel sorry for poor, poor Grandpa;
He's acting mighty small.
Cause he just can't watch his football,
Without the beer he loves oh so well.
It's not New Year's without ???
But the tv screen is hot.
And we just can't help but wonder
How she ever drank that whole twelve-pack.
Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier
She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve.
You can say there's no such thing
as a drunken skipper
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
He took his keys up off the table
And he headed out the door.
Grandpa had to have a cold one
Instead of listening to Grandma snore.
I warned all my friends and neighbors,
"Watch your refrigirator shelves.
Even though you trust your Grandma,
she might decide to drink it all herself."
Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier
She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve.
You can say there's no such thing
as a drunken skipper
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
Everyone!
Grandma got hungover drinkin' Rainier
She bought at 7-11 New Year's Eve.
You can say there's no such thing
as a drunken skipper
But as for me and Grandpa, we believe.
==
WE THREE STRINGS
(Tune: We Three Kings)
We three strings with frayed knots are,
trying to get served in a bar.
We have travelled far and near,
looking for ice cold beer.
Oh, Oh, bar of wonder, bar of "Lite,"
won't you please serve us tonight.
We have travelled far and near,
looking for some ice cold beer.
==
SILENT STRINGS
(Tune: Silent Night)
Fra-a-ayed knots, fra-a-ayed knots,
all we want, are some cold drinks.
Won't you please serve us tonight.
If you don't we won't likely fight.
But it would be so nice,
if you'd serve us drinks tonight.
==
WHITE STRINGS
(Tune: White Christmas)
Strings dreaming of a cold drink,
just like the ones they used to get.
When the bars stayed open all night,
and strings got served just right...
==
JINGLE STRINGS
(Tune: Jingle Bells)
We are strings, we are strings,
even though we're frayed.
We are trying, very hard,
to get served some drinks today.
We are strings, we are strings,
even though we're frayed.
Won't you please serve us today
and we'll be on our way. Hey!
==
ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS
IS MY TWO FRONT TEETH
All I want for Christmas is
my two front teeth (thweeth)
my two front teeth (thweeth)
my two front teeth. (thweeth)
Gee, if I could only have
my two front teeth (thweeth)
Then I could wish you
Merry Christmas.
It seems so long since I
could say:
"Sister Susie sitting on
the front steps."
Everytime I try to speak
all I do is whistle: ssssssss.
All I want for Christmas is
my two front teeth
My two front teeth (thweeth)
my two front teeth.
Gee, if I could only have
my two front teeth (thweeth)
Then I could wish you
Merry Christmas.
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Please send (bo...@gibdo.engr.washington.edu):
-Any other humorous Christmas lyrics.
-Attributions or corrections for the above songs.
Thanks and Merry Christmas,
Bob Seattle, Washington