sound Every Christmas Eve in a western town Gather up the kids all the friends and family 'Cause the holly's hung and the candle's bright Tuning up a
you been introduced to a douche I guess you said fuck footloose and got pussyloose No juice, you shoulda dried up, like a prune a Mister mechanic this place needs a tune
honky tonk Christmas with you I want to dance to some country Christmas tunes Let's cuddle up real close, to jingle bells let's do I want to honky tonk Christmas
This whole place has really gone to shit man A real down hill tune Everybody owes you candy You'll glass to chew Trick or treatin' is a dangerous game
's just enough of someday soon to satisfy" Now if Heaven is perfection I'll get my deepest questions answered Like a child tears into wrappings To a Christmas tune
commission that put us in To tell you about our Savior and Lord So if you wonder what's up well, you're in store For more than a happy, go-lucky tune About Christmas
No Christmas for John Quays Come on get a bit of fucking guts into it What what Well the powders reach you And the powders teach you But when you find
hoe and crack another brew Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Make room for the crew with beats that thump Tunes
familiar to Don't talk it out, noodle you, walk it out at your funeral Cold blooded, black hearted, Black Knight and Black Ballin' Black Christmas, be
no motherfu---- verse, I write movies Picture this, how a nigga get sicker than itchy syphilis Burn radio waves 'til I hit your bitch Christmas list Ha
bring it to the table able now it's stable on the disc The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture No moonwalk, my tune
At the cross streets where I staked my claim I played in tune with the winter rain Collecting dimes and dollar bills While the noisy traffic played the fills And it?s Christmas
Ooh, chilly noses pressed up to the window Getting ready for Christmas time 'Cuz whatever the change in weather Santa he's still got places to go He's tuning
's calling for his supper, he's calling for his whiskey Calling for his sons and daughters, calling, calling all his children round Sharp ears are tuned
I'll tell you a Christmas tale that never has been told Well you may think you've heard it all, but you ain't heard nothin' yet About that crazy Christmas
(Sung to the tune of "Battle Hymn of the Republic") ENTIRE STUDENT BODY Oh, the hiring of Liddas by Degloba was a sin; It was through the Devil that the
And finally, everything worked out just fine. Christmas was saved, though there wasn't much time. But after that night, things were never the same--